Luyện nghe bài hát Buckets Of Blood

Bloody
like an old man
Only amongest the ruins and waste lands
of hell
Skin so
Rampage with a staff like of old days
and thorns
Pray for a death
The sick reborn and left in front of your doorstep
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 bargain for your
In a portrait of a serial living or dead
Try to muffle many of anguish within his head

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

Now I'm a killer with no mask on
change disorder your whole faction
Fractions of the I let 'em find
And captions written in blood inscribed
Refrigerators in the new describe the climb
And the video of me doing it to fuck up mind
Better retreat you can or render in my axes
The evil with open of the unspeakable man
And now I own your growing
Your DNA has stolen, cloned,
And frozen and placed inside of the
guns are nothing
Better run from
can summon you to your knees and end all of your suffering

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

Sick to death capture what's
Of a killer on a rampage leaving a bloody
No one can stop this evil that
In my brain and ends in stains of your family and your
ain't no hostages
You can die the same way all partners did

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

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