Luyện nghe bài hát Bury The Hatchet

Well, your justice in my palm
And then make a fist
And punch your face
Until every knuckle
And in resistance to my sidewalk painting

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

And God of school facades
And pay cheques to validate the time I served
(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 kind of funny
When he falls to his
With his hand on his
While he begs you to
(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 this ask for
(Change)
I explain the hardest of bodies
Dulls the of knives

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

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

I I have compassion
just been trained to disregard the prisoner's life
Because I am the guard