Luyện nghe bài hát An Old Book Misread

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

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

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

I feel a thing, can't make 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 clear this right here is about
my disgust with the way I was brought up.
I'm taking it back, my of mind.
We'll it at that.
In '83 a lamb was led for many years until it's began to swell.
It did with reasons to think on it's, to think on it's own.

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