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 it's hard for you to breathe while drowning in shallows
Thoughts of envy, we'll humour your
and protect you the sky at night
Don't think we won't your words until our hearts are realised

You darkness creeping in fear
Sit back and watch a care

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

We'll never surrender; out hearts will carry on
No what you say,
no matter you do, no
matter we go through

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