Luyện nghe bài hát Bury The Hatchet

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

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

And God of school facades
And pay to validate the time I served abroad
(We will say it all nothing)
If I forget why I'm
To and protect my fist over fist
under matter career

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

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

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

When I hold up his head and 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 compassion
I've just trained to disregard the prisoner's life
Because I am the guard

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