Luyện nghe bài hát An Old Book Misread

False hope handed down, all around,
with ignorance from generations.
How many times and with how rhymes?
How many endings for you, for you to realize?
It's not for you to say what every heart pay.
Another body and that 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.
something I don't need.
It's that you do and I respect you.
Turning that page, that page in an old book misread.

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

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

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

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