Luyện nghe bài hát Beheaded

In the never ending where the powerless meet
Grows a struggle the burden of sustaining defeat
In the of every coward lies the blindest of hate
In the a sharpened image of the damage they made

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

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

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

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

Within the mind of culture there's an idle cog
It's the section of humanity never forgot
And in the midst of moving forward we given the right
The wolves attack the and bury the guilt inside

I won't forget the twisted picture of the filth you
Or disregard the the voices of the people we hurt
But I never was pulling triggers or your face
Look at me to give the for the pain you trace

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

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

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

The outlive the pain
Reflections remain
The outlive the pain
Reflections remain

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

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