Luyện nghe bài hát Burning Old Stories

With hands make a fist and take down,
one desperate hit you're building and shaping the hate that you feel.
You're scratching out memories you're old stories,
Twenty-one years of bearing the six months away.

A mother has the youngest of three ungrateful unworthy of any pride,
not what you have love it's just what you lack.
Give up act give it a rest,
It's to come home it's time to move back cause' I know you're not waiting on me.

I hope you think that I'm letting go,
So I look at myself and ask good would come from this shell,
But I say if any at all from here on out there's no point on dwelling
On the that you put these conditions on a love that we had both given up.