Luyện nghe bài hát Bury The Hatchet

Well, your justice in my palm
And then I'll a fist
And punch grimaced face
every knuckle breaks
And in resistance to my sidewalk painting

A body twitching
And consciousness and closure
Attempting composure before a
In the mouth answers the questions of

And God of Sunday school
And pay cheques to validate the time I served
(We will say it all nothing)
If I why I'm here
To serve and protect my fist fist
Mind matter career

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

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

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

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

I swear I have
I've just been to disregard the prisoner's life
Because I am the guard

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