Luyện nghe bài hát Buckets Of Blood

Bloody
like an old man
Only lovely the ruins and waste lands
of hell
Skin so
Rampage with a like wizard of old days
and thorns
Pray for a death
The sick world reborn and left in front of your
the killer

Climb
See what faith's hand has in store for your brutal
Better sign a death
As the wicked man fear make a for your soul
In a of a serial killer living or dead
Try to muffle many of anguish within his head

In the inside (I'm bleeding through every cut)
How many of blood? How many buckets of blood?
In the inside (I'm bleeding through every cut)
How many of blood? How many buckets of blood?
More blood, more death, peace in the streets
What they scream as they hover me in my dreams
More blood, death, less peace in the streets
What they as they hover over me in my dreams

Now I'm a psycho with no mask on
Personality disorder your whole faction
Fractions of the I let 'em find
And captions written in inscribed behind
Refrigerators in the new temple the climb
And the video of me it to fuck up your mind
Better while you can or render in my axes
The with open hands of the unspeakable man
And now I own your growing
Your DNA has stolen, cloned,
And frozen and placed of the Chosen
Your guns are
Better run from
That can summon you to knees and end all of your suffering

In the blood inside (I'm through every cut)
How many buckets of blood? How many buckets of
In the blood inside (I'm through every cut)
How many buckets of blood? How many buckets of
More blood, more death, less in the streets
What they as they hover over me in my dreams
More blood, more death, less in the streets
What they as they hover over me in my dreams

Sick to death capture what's
Of a killer on a rampage leaving a mess
No one can this evil that transcends
In my brain and ends in blood stains of family and your
Friends no hostages
You can die the way all your partners did

Let the sun
Shed skin a snake
How picture me
Visions of my enemies me
Fantasy, say I'm living in the
a lot of shit and make sure every bit of it's loud
Evil's in the form of the twins
Bringing hell to devour all horrible sins
'Cause the judgmental wanna make you bite your tongue
And you to the point where you truly don't give a fuck.

In the inside (I'm bleeding through every cut)
How many buckets of How many buckets of blood?
In the blood inside (I'm bleeding every cut)
How many buckets of blood? How many buckets of
blood, more death, less peace in the streets
What they scream as they hover over me in my
More blood, more death, peace in the streets
What they scream as they hover me in my dreams