Luyện nghe bài hát 2 Minutes to Midnight

Kill for gain, shoot to
We don't need a
The Golden is on the loose
Never out of

Blackened pride burns
of bloody treason
Here's my gun for a of fun
For the love of death

The killer's or the demon's seed
The glamor, the fortune, the
Go to war again, blood is stain
Don't you pray for my soul

2 to midnight
The hands threaten doom
2 minutes to
To kill the in the womb

The blind men shout, Let the out
Let's show the
The napalm screams of flames
Of a prime Belsen feast

As the for the carnage
Cut meat and lick the gravy
We oil the of the war machines
And feed them with our

The killer's or the demon's seed
The glamor, the fortune, the
Go to war again, is freedom's stain
Don't you for my soul anymore

2 minutes to
The hands that doom
2 to midnight
To kill the unborn in the

bags and little rags
Of children in two
The jellied of those who remain
Put the finger on you

As the madmen on words
And us all dance to their song
To the tune of starving
To make a kind of gun

The breed or the demon's seed
The glamor, the fortune, the
Go to war again, blood is freedom's
Don't you pray for my soul

2 minutes to
The that threaten doom
2 to midnight
To the unborn in the womb

Midnight, all
Midnight is all
Midnight, all
is all night

Midnight, all