Luyện nghe bài hát Bury The Hatchet

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

A mangled body
And regaining consciousness and
Attempting before a bullet
In the answers the questions of exposure

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

why this sounds kind of funny
When he to his knees
his hand on his throat
While he begs you to
(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 ask for change
(Change)
While I the hardest of bodies
Dulls the of knives

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

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

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