Luyện nghe bài hát Beheaded

In the never ending circle where the powerless
Grows a struggle the burden of sustaining defeat
In the face of every coward lies the blindest of
In the eyes a sharpened of the damage they made

You look at me to the burden of the suffering past
me behind the veil of a heartless mask
Where were you the day that everybody your name?
You were the distant voice of pride that stood the shame

The weak of the mind use fist
And the fist of the frail will gun
The of guns provoke bombs
And in the wrath he will until it's done

Your history is dead, dead
Dead, dead
Your is dead, dead wrong
Dead, wrong

Your history is dead, dead
Dead, wrong
Your is dead, dead wrong
Dead, wrong

the mind of modern culture there's an idle cog
It's the section of humanity never forgot
And in the midst of moving forward we given the right
The wolves attack the sheep and bury the inside

I won't the twisted picture of the filth you were
Or disregard the the faded voices of the people we
But I was pulling triggers or disregarding your face
Look at me to give the for the pain you trace

The weak of the mind will use
And the fist of the will bring gun
The of guns provoke bombs
And in the wrath he will chase until done

Your history is dead, wrong
Dead, wrong
Your philosophy is dead, wrong
Dead, dead

history is dead, dead wrong
Dead, wrong
Your philosophy is dead, wrong
Dead, dead

The scars the pain
Reflections will
The outlive the pain
Reflections will

The scars outlive the
will remain
The scars outlive the
Your sickness remain

Dead, dead wrong, dead, wrong
Dead, dead wrong, dead, wrong
Dead, dead wrong, dead, dead
Dead, dead wrong, dead, wrong