Luyện nghe bài hát Beheaded

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

You at me to bear the burden of the suffering past
Wasn't me behind the of a heartless mask
were you the day that everybody cursed your name?
You were the voice of pride that never stood the shame

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

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

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

Within the of modern culture there's an idle cog
It's the section of that never forgot
And in the midst of moving we have given the right
The wolves attack the sheep and the guilt inside

I won't the twisted picture of the filth you were
Or the the faded voices of the people we hurt
But I never was triggers or disregarding your face
Look at me to give the reason for the you trace

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 chase until it's

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

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

The outlive the pain
Reflections remain
The outlive the pain
will remain

The outlive the pain
Reflections remain
The scars outlive the
Your will remain

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