Luyện nghe bài hát Beheaded

In the never circle where the powerless meet
Grows a struggle the burden of sustaining defeat
In the face of every coward the blindest of hate
In the eyes a image of the damage they made

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

The weak of the will use fist
And the fist of the frail will gun
The loudest of provoke bombs
And in the wrath he will chase it's done

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

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

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

I won't forget the twisted picture of the you were
Or disregard the the 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 will use
And the fist of the will bring gun
The loudest of guns bombs
And in the wrath he will chase it's done

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

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

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

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

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