Luyện nghe bài hát An Old Book Misread

False hope handed down, all around,
with from past generations.
How times and with how many rhymes?
How many twisted endings for you, for you to
It's not for you to say what every heart pay.
Another body and soul that your own.
Get off my back, this was salvation for me.
So, it away.

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

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

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

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

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