Luyện nghe bài hát Blistered Spirit

Blistered of resentment
No for a spiritual crutch
fed religion

With every leaves
A bad taste in mouth
You would rather die
Than recognize weakness
God

Preserve the
goes untouched
You are you embrace
You hate me

I'm just you
You the God
That in me
Fear of being

A blistered spirit is
Salvation come
you lie flat on your back
And have no place to but up

knee shall bow
Every tongue
Jesus Christ is Lord