Luyện nghe bài hát Army Of The Damned (The Prozac's Generation)

Sometimes you think that life is sick
and everything is bad.
You can't the pression in your head.
There is of tormentsin your heart,
let me say
You are not alone in journey.
We can easily understand laments,
we are brothers in suffering.

We are of the damned,
corpses a soul...
creatures the land,
devil's in this world.

Army of the
the prozac's

You have no sense of to do now,
regretfull of what done in the past,
afraid of what is for you tomorrow.
Suicide (choice) always to be the best.

Army of the

The hate from inside
and your soul is of wrath.
You can't your feelings,
the pain will stop.
waves of anger,
you all the control.
It is time to crush bones,
start to kill all.
A war inside head,
a storm smashing soul,
you will fight until death.
The must be won.
Can you see how stupid was your
Pleasure, moneyand everything will take you to death.
Came on take pill, drink another bottle,
the doors are open for your and last drink.