Luyện nghe bài hát The Insult Circus

from the very I heard your deceit and subtle lies
from the moment you shocked me silent I burned to question:
why? why do you insist, you persist in blasphemy of my and God?
take your and empty accusations home and rot
world is so perverted
nausea my stomach...I think I'm gonna vomit
and to think I once part in the narrowmindedness of a hardened heart

why the to my Lord?
there is no point without
blaming God for of men
you even understand
some feeble point or shock
who do you
you profit off pain
and bite the hand that seeks to aid
ego...knowledge: who knows?
solution: zero...your goal: oh so

and the "millions of dead"
whoever you are mumbling and grumbling today
your music's fast and outspoken
but you little or nothing to say
and the from south of heaven
who knock t.v. preachers with every word
you come off so concerned and $20+ for a t-shirt
your breath holds
deception reeks and bold
you don't care about anyone but
you couldn't care less if I rot in
me or else.

and the band after the cow disease
so proud if you're without sin then go
cast your two in and half the bands in the
berkley mag on the of the insult circus
of all the wrongs you slag the and lose us to your purpose
if so wise then solve my troubles
instead you ask (and more, and more, and...)
needless and my troubles double
us something we can use
you serve only to

this song is to refer directly
to who speak of God
they know so little of him