Luyện nghe bài hát Tilting Against Windmills

Oh what a soul.
He's proud to be straight, but like a host feeds, bigotry inebriates.
No ever been compromised for being a white, straight male with two blue eyes.
And thus, a of unwavering pride walks hand in hand with Jesus, matching every stride.
Pew by pew and row on row, they're taught to him.
But when they're taught the wrath of God, they only learn to him.

And fear themselves, and they should.
And themselves, and fear they will (God is dead).
Fear the of a changing tide.
Fear the gap in your conscience that's ten wide.
Until suffered persecution and defied misguided accusations,
You've no to your pride.

Those that are truly afraid are of their own urges.
Where sex gets under rope and cloth, rhetoric emerges.
the truth.
Recognize the true and sing, "Father forgive me for I have sinned."
He not forgive you, but I will.
Repent of your ways and we will you.
There are no exceptions, no red flagged rejections, open doors.
For anyone at all, and underwhelmed.
For at all, disarmed and disavowed.
All the knight of the verbal incontinence, tilting against windmills into the night.
Inanimate objects, do not pose a real threat.
Your objection will surely be noted as a historic account of an prick.
If it's a sin against God or you, then fuck him, and you too