Luyện nghe bài hát An Old Book Misread

False hope handed down, all around,
with ignorance from generations.
How many and with how many rhymes?
How twisted endings for you, for you to realize?
It's not for you to say what every should pay.
Another body and soul isn't your own.
Get off my back, was never salvation for me.
So, it away.

I don't feel a thing, can't make i do.
It's I don't need.
It's something that you do and I you.
Turning page, turning that page in an old book misread.

Twenty something rows back, now offer up your
at the drop of a single robe.
All things foretold but, do you know what?
worst creation has got you, you in its hold.
I refuse to stand, I refuse to for organized crime.
Organized crime comes in forms than one,
and god is no exception.

I don't feel a thing, can't believe I do.
It's something I need.
It's something you do, and I respect you.
Turning that page, that page in an old book misread.

If I'm not being clear this here is about
my disgust the way I was almost brought up.
I'm taking it back, my of mind.
We'll it at that.
In '83 a lamb was led for years until it's head began to swell.
It did explode with reasons to think on it's, to on it's own.

I don't feel a thing, make believe I do.
something I don't need.
It's something that you do, I you.
Turning that page on an old misread.
I don't feel a thing, make believe I do.
It's I don't need.
something that you do, and I respect you.
Turning page, turning that page in an old book misread.
An old misread.