Luyện nghe bài hát Bury The Hatchet

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

A mangled body
And regaining and closure
Attempting composure a bullet
In the answers the questions of exposure

And God of school facades
And pay cheques to validate the I served abroad
(We say it all means nothing)
If I forget why I'm
To serve and my fist over fist
Mind under matter

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)

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

Oh, all of this ask for
(Change)
While I explain the hardest of
the softest of knives

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

I swear I have
I've just been trained to the prisoner's life
I am the prison guard

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