Luyện nghe bài hát Cold

The shoulder cast in metal, frozen to the bone
To on hook, line and sinker
What a sinker, sinking a stone
You'd be better off

She saw me on the television the sun
that I was warm like mother
Lover, brother, brother, she was
Me, I don't to belong
(Time still with his fingers in his ears)
(Didn't want to hear it from bunch of hollow men)

Cold, been excommunicated 'cause I'm
My been rated and I'm cold
to me my big old sweater
Nothing more make me better

I met her on and my heart did nothing new
Seems she of me as some mystic
Fatalistic, guru
Me, I haven't got a

But floating on a magic carpet high above the
You can see the world a Buddha
and Buddha bigger than your hurt
Don't you that love is work?
(King got with his fingers in the till)
(Where's your will you leave it in your will?)

Cold, no on the horizon guess I'm cold
And is rising yes I'm cold
to my old friend Nockles
Hoped that it would the cockles

You can't fight the you can't, this is the road you're on
You don't belong to me, you don't to any one
reputation lies not in your eyes, but those who dare
Will bite the hand that when it don't meet your needs
When you got to bleed, you got a life to lead

In the with my blood I can hold you
In the flood with my

Cold, excommunicated 'cause I'm cold
My temperature's been and I'm cold
Bring to me my big old
Nothing more will me better

Cold, no heat on the horizon I'm cold
There'll be no compromising cold, cool,

Stone
cold
Stone
...