Luyện nghe bài hát Beheaded

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

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

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

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

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

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

I forget the twisted picture of the filth you were
Or disregard the the faded voices of the we hurt
But I never was pulling triggers or disregarding your
Look at me to the reason for the pain you trace

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

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

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

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

The scars outlive the
will 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