Luyện nghe bài hát Breathe Babylon

Babylon breathe

I see you Babylon and on and on
images, golden idols and false icons
I'm seeking like Solomon
But my antenae keeps on up evil transmissions

At headquarters I receive my
up the ruler of the air like nuclear fission
So I analyze my weapons, lazer rifles that
Shoot spiritual wisdom, I think I see warriors

Fragile tryin' to run stuff like mayors
So with brotha's that punks
I set up time bombs to the strong holds of Babylon

breathe Babylon
Babylon breathe
breathe Babylon
Babylon breathe

Babylon breathe
Babylon Babylon
Babylon Babylon
breathe Babylon

We be tribes grace, a righteous minority
Decadent culture make you forget your spiritual
Back down by the movement, who will serve ya
Open to be used by God, destroy you Medo-Persia

Jewel of all kingdoms, live evil, hurrah take you down
Don't back, overthrown you like Sodom
And Gomorrah arm of the law of all crimes
I be the great Prophet Isiah

Predict your over 150 times, got rhymes you could never use
For the you be using, I'll dance over your fields
Present day Iraq still lies in ruins
Schemes, persuasions bumrushed
Get crushed by us, this rescue

Babylon breathe
breathe Babylon
Babylon breathe
Babylon Babylon

Babylon breathe
Babylon Babylon
breathe Babylon
Babylon breathe

to the sky, heed the warning
The shadow is coming, the shadow is
Look to the sky, heed the
The is coming, the shadow is coming
to the sky, heed the warning
The shadow is coming, the shadow is
Look to the sky, the warning
The shadow is coming, the is coming

Look to the sky, the warning
The is coming, the shadow is coming
Look to the sky, heed the
The shadow is coming, the shadow is
to the sky, heed the warning
The is coming, the shadow is coming
Look to the sky, heed the
The is coming, the shadow is coming

The plagues are coming, the are coming
I feel the breath of the Beast
The are coming, the plagues are coming
I feel the breath of the Beast
The plagues are coming, the plagues are
I feel the of the Death Beast
The plagues are coming, the plagues are
I feel the breath of the Death

Misled bureaucracy, of hypocrisy
I gotta steel pulse, for a true democracy
Destruction, now your walls have
Just sitting here waiting for the to Zion

Sit in the dust, Babylon without a throne
To call your own is
The city has fallen, she has
Golden images of its God lie on the ground