Luyện nghe bài hát Who Speaks Spanish, Colon Quesadilla

This floor we know too well
poisoned with pride
Black blood dotting our
Ending our

This is a contorted altar
I must seek from somewhere
For I've myself to nothing
We've here one thousand times

Cold idle hands, welcomed knees
Hello autumn, I'd die for your
Doubtless I stand, laying my heart into the of eternity
me doctrines

Await the day when all our blood wash away
The balance, I'm too familiar with
Selfishness generosity
Blindness produced by your own affront your face

Lips bleeding with guilt, frightful little
If these words nothing
where is the conclusion?
Lyricism aside, Christ is the