Luyện nghe bài hát True Believers

In the middle of the out
Nobody will be out
Except fake gods whose pas
Are offsetting

Well, who knows, who knows
Which birds will be
To sing and and sing for me?
Well, who which birds
Will be for me?

Hare to me
In the of August
Mary loves the most
Maybe Buddha is the
Son of God's
Maybe, you'll know

"Woo hoo," sang
As they crossed the
"Woo hoo," they
As they to Jesus
Woo hoo, the walls fell on

Well, who knows, who knows
Which birds will be
To and sing and sing for me?
Yeah, who which birds
be left for me? Well, no one knows

"Woo hoo," they
When they to Mecca
Beat as they go
"Woo hoo," they
As they the Vedas
them, let them go

Spinning Sufi's on heads
Are tones of wisdom
Devilish warning
Men of actions
Now them to you and me