Luyện nghe bài hát Beheaded

In the never ending circle the powerless meet
Grows a struggle the burden of sustaining defeat
In the face of every lies the blindest of hate
In the eyes a sharpened image of the damage made

You look at me to bear the burden of the past
Wasn't me the veil of a heartless mask
Where were you the day that everybody cursed your
You were the distant voice of pride never stood the shame

The of the mind will use fist
And the of the frail will bring gun
The loudest of guns provoke
And in the wrath he will chase it's done

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

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

Within the mind of modern culture there's an cog
It's the section of humanity that never
And in the midst of moving forward we have given the
The wolves the sheep and bury the guilt inside

I forget the twisted picture of the filth you were
Or disregard the the faded 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 will use fist
And the fist of the frail bring gun
The loudest of provoke bombs
And in the wrath he chase until it's done

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

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

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

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

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