Luyện nghe bài hát Blind Bleeding the Blind

Parched thirst our cup over floweth
With the crimson of human blindness
In channel towers of besieged
The bones of are picked clean
In barren decadence, are the only affluence
eyes are indifferent, as the blind bleed

Blood and tear out spot out
The fruits of decay
Pouring the salts in open out damn spot out
The scars remain, will stay decay

Bloody hands never wash
Abject to bleed
to feed
Out spot out

Parched thirst how the other half die
Void of compassion our cup dry
With a silver born to dig communal graves
The consecration, the economics of pain
In decadence, tears are the fuel of affluence
Wells of blood run diffluent, a harvest to reap

Blood and out damn spot out
The fruits of perpetual
Pouring the salts in open wounds out spot out
The remain, will stay perpetual decay

Bloody hands wash clean
misery to bleed
Decadence to
Out spot out

hands never wash clean
Abject to bleed
to feed
Out damn out

Yes, damn out