Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Day In Hell

If Moses had about it
There would've been commandment
Thou shalt not slaver on cadaver
Whilst all fat is in the fire

This isn't the melody that on
It's the that malingers on
There's the to pay, he can keep the change
I can't stand the thought of another day

I ain't got a Chinaman's chance in

Mass breathing, seething
Mass bleeding, seeding, mass debating
Mass existence is the of my problems
Gotta between suicide and genocide

been impaled by the sins of World War Two
Can't for the skins of six million Jews
I'd the Ku Klux Klan just to get the uniform
Or a good night's

All hell loose

The jig is up, my fate is
I'm stood at the again
The on my tombstone reads
you were here

I every night for a thousand years
The tearing of my flesh, the thud of my
The rhythmic of bone
Crucifixion is my

I spent a of Sundays in a cold day in Hell

When one man against the world
I shouldn't have so time to complain
I found there was a in my spiritual parachute
I jumped from the astral plane

No escape from stone slimy walls
I built up while trying to knock down
Death warrant, death watch, rattle, death's door
Ain't I died enough

Deliver this treachery
Deliver from this
Stop trying to a man of me
I got the raw materials, see

I'm a killer with a and a blueprint
Of Babel and all of my dead, cards are on the
I meet my and I don't like what I see
is fondling me

Blut und Boten are strictly
a classic case of mort sublite
But what I thought was the quickest
out to be Satanic destiny

All hell breaks
All hell breaks

I spent a of Sundays in a cold day in Hell
I spent a of Sundays in a cold day in Hell
I spent a month of Sundays in a cold day in
I spent a month of Sundays in a day in Hell