Luyện nghe bài hát Bury The Hatchet

Well, place your justice in my
And I'll make a fist
And punch grimaced face
Until every breaks
And bleeds in resistance to my sidewalk

A mangled body
And consciousness and closure
composure before a bullet
In the mouth answers the questions of

And God of Sunday facades
And pay cheques to validate the time I abroad
(We say it all means nothing)
If I why I'm here
To serve and protect my fist over
under matter career

That's why this sounds of funny
he falls to his knees
With his on his throat
he begs you to please
(Spare his life)

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

Oh, all of ask for change
(Change)
While I explain the hardest of
Dulls the of knives

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

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

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