Luyện nghe bài hát Beheaded

In the never ending where the powerless meet
Grows a from the burden of sustaining defeat
In the face of every coward lies the blindest of
In the eyes a image of the damage they made

You look at me to bear the burden of the suffering
me behind the veil of a heartless mask
Where were you the day that cursed your name?
You were the distant voice of that never stood the shame

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

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

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

Within the mind of culture there's an idle cog
It's the section of humanity that forgot
And in the midst of moving forward we have the right
The wolves attack the sheep and the guilt inside

I forget the twisted picture of the filth you were
Or the the faded voices of the people we hurt
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 frail bring gun
The loudest of provoke bombs
And in the wrath he will chase until done

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

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

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

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

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