Luyện nghe bài hát Ballad Of Mr. Gachot

You should've the sweetest part of irony
When you tried to your hate on me
I know hard for you to breathe while drowning in shallows
Thoughts of envy, humour your insecurities
and you from the sky at night
Don't think we won't forget words until our hearts are realised

You watch darkness in fear
Sit back and without a care

Today we stand apart what you've made
To dismantle, to
To tear what they've made
We'll never surrender; out black hearts carry on
No what you say,
no matter you do, no
matter we go through

never surrender; out black hearts will carry on
No what you say,
no what you do, no
what we go through

We will not give up our or feel threatened by you
I will decide what's for me and not be persuaded by you
I'd die before I give into pressure put by you
I'd die I give into pressure put here by you