Luyện nghe bài hát A Piece Of Your Flesh

...in his thoughts the murderer blames the ones who the laws,
to death and file the cases away. In his eyes they commit a
murder, planned and legalized by the government. He asks himself:
they ever a man with their own hands?...

This is my life, a of paper in your hands
You the big guy
You're the scenes of the crime
You don't push the
You the death sentence
Then you put me on hold, your henchmen to me
Could you kill a man with your own hands
me how strong you would be
If you were to execute me!?
YOU LET ME ROT, LIKE A OF YOUR FLESH
YOU LET ME ROT, A PIECE OF YOUR FLESH

You believe.
You're to church on Sunday.
You do no harm
You represent the opinion
I you don't know
What's to happen that morning
Or you simply suppress that a murderer
you ever sleep well at night, if I'd face you
Tell me how you'd be
If own hands had to kill me!?
YOU LET ME ROT, LIKE A PIECE OF YOUR
YOU LET ME ROT, A PIECE OF YOUR FLESH