Luyện nghe bài hát Bury The Hatchet

Well, place your in my palm
And I'll make a fist
And your grimaced face
Until every knuckle
And bleeds in resistance to my painting

A mangled twitching
And regaining and closure
Attempting composure a bullet
In the mouth the questions of exposure

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

That's why this sounds kind of
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 hand on his throat he begs you to please)

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

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

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

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