Luyện nghe bài hát Bury The Hatchet

Well, place your in my palm
And then make a fist
And punch 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 cheques to validate the time I abroad
(We say it all means nothing)
If I forget why I'm
To serve and protect my fist over
Mind under matter

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

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

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

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 X's in his eyes

I I have compassion
I've just been trained to disregard the life
Because I am the prison

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