Luyện nghe bài hát Bury The Hatchet

Well, place justice in my palm
And then make a fist
And punch your grimaced
every knuckle breaks
And bleeds in resistance to my sidewalk

A mangled body
And regaining consciousness and
Attempting before a bullet
In the mouth answers the questions of

And God of Sunday facades
And pay cheques to validate the I served abroad
(We will say it all nothing)
If I forget why I'm
To and protect my fist over fist
Mind under career

That's why this kind of funny
When he falls to his
his hand on his throat
While he you to please
(Spare his life)

to his knees
(When he to his knees)
Falls to his
(With his on his throat while he begs you to please)

Oh, all of this ask for
(Change)
While I explain the of bodies
Dulls the softest of

When I hold up his and carve X's in his eyes
When I hold up his and carve X's in his eyes
And carve X's in his

I swear I compassion
just been trained to disregard the prisoner's life
Because I am the prison

I I have compassion
I've just trained to disregard the prisoner's life
I am the prison guard