Luyện nghe bài hát Beheaded

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

You look at me to the burden of the suffering past
Wasn't me behind the veil of a mask
Where were you the day that cursed your name?
You were the voice of pride that never 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 he will chase until it's done

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

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

Within the of modern culture there's an idle cog
It's the section of humanity that forgot
And in the midst of moving forward we have given the
The wolves attack the sheep and bury the 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 pulling or disregarding your face
Look at me to give the reason for the pain you

The weak of the mind will use
And the fist of the will bring gun
The loudest of provoke bombs
And in the he will chase until it's done

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

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

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

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

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