Luyện nghe bài hát An Old Book Misread

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

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 that page, turning page in an old book misread.

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

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

If I'm not being clear this 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 until it's head began to swell.
It did explode with to think on it's, to think on it's own.

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