Luyện nghe bài hát Burning Old Stories

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

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

I hope you don't think I'm letting go,
So I look at and ask what good would come from this shell,
But I can't say if any at all here on out there's no point on dwelling
On the fact that you put these conditions on a love that we had both up.