Luyện nghe bài hát Wordmule

Your world is in flames there ain't even a
For the feelings you as you watch it all burn.
There's a girl in the distance, she's your name,
But the name that she's is not your name, she calls:

The word-mule! the word-mule! the word-mule!
But he's the field
The word-mule! the word-mule! the word-mule!
But he's the field

And you can't on that water, I know 'cause I tried.
It's our spider web-thinking, just too heavy with holes.
And our thoughts they are made up of red clay,
We think we know everything, but man we know:

The word-mule! the word-mule! the word-mule!
But he's the field
The word-mule! the word-mule! the word-mule!
But he's plowing the here come the word-mule!

My friends,
Look out for for preachers for shysters,
Them saints who pretend to do good,
they're geeks biting chicken-heads off with their witty rejoinders they ain't nothing but greasy fast food for:

The word-mule! the word-mule! the word-mule!
But he's the field
The word-mule! the word-mule! the word-mule!
But he's plowing the