Luyện nghe bài hát Tilting Against Windmills

Oh a brave soul.
He's to be straight, but like a host that feeds, bigotry inebriates.
No one's ever been compromised for being a white, straight 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, taught to revere him.
But when taught the wrath of God, they only learn to fear him.

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

Those that are afraid are ashamed 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 might not you, but I will.
Repent of ways and we will forgive you.
There are no exceptions, no red rejections, just open doors.
For anyone at all, and underwhelmed.
For anyone at all, and disavowed.
All hail the knight of the incontinence, tilting against windmills into the night.
Inanimate objects, they do not a real threat.
Your objection surely be noted as a historic account of an ignorant prick.
If a sin against God or you, then fuck him, and fuck you too