Luyện nghe bài hát Hell-On

God is not a
Or a guy
God is an tide
You time it's tables
It no glass or gables
God is
A tire fire
It's bristles and strike the stage
Rock, paper, scissors, rage..
mercy on the natural world

My is not
The waves
The perfect rings a heron's legs..
My voice a straight wire
A stolen mile of
up quiet from their dunes
Captured and respooled as
To be
At a different

My is a fracture
Of a shin bone's
Pounding barefoot
It lifts you up and you just..
Just at sorrow's
I drape you on plate
Ferrous, metal spilling
Not yours, but mine.
an agent
Of the natural

Don't you me
I warn you
that's some gravity
You not to play with

Don't you me
I warn you
That some gravity
You ought not to with

nothing quite so poison
As a
There's nothing so poison
As a
nothing quite so poison
As a
There's nothing so poison
As a

And me?
I am not a
I'm a wilderness, yes.
The continent
For you to

But not be my master
barely my guest
You don't have
To take any
Be
Of the world

Nature can't amend it's
It boils hell-on and then
heartfelt springtimes of regret
The storm she still for days

Have mercy on the world