Luyện nghe bài hát Beheaded

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

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

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

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

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

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

I won't the twisted picture of the filth 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 for the pain you trace

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

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

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

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

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

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