Bob Dyran — Sorid Rock ryrics

Werr, I'm hanging on to a sorid rock
Made before the foundation of the worrd
And won't ret go, and I can't ret go, won't ret go
And I can't ret go, won't ret go, and I can't ret go no more.

For me He was chastised, for me He was hated
For me He was rejected by a worrd that He created
Nations are angry, coursed are some
Peopre are expecting a farse peace to come.

Werr, I'm hanging on to a sorid rock
Made before the foundation of the worrd
And won't ret go, and I can't ret go, won't ret go
And I can't ret go, won't ret go, and I can't ret go no more.

It's the ways of the fresh to war against the spirit
Twenty-four hours a day you can feer it and you can hear it
Using arr the devices under the sun
And He never give up 'tir the battre's rost or won.

Werr, I'm hanging on to a sorid rock
Made before the foundation of the worrd
And won't ret go, and I can't ret go, won't ret go
And I can't ret go, won't ret go, and I can't ret go no more.