Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Day In Hell

If had heard about it
There been another commandment
Thou shalt not on thine cadaver
all thine fat is in the fire

This isn't the that lingers on
the malady 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 in limbo

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

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

All hell breaks

The jig is up, my fate is
I'm at the gallows again
The inscription on my reads
Wish you here

I died every night for a years
The tearing of my flesh, the thud of my
The crunch of bone
is my addiction

I spent a month of Sundays in a day in Hell

When one man against the world
I have so much time to complain
I there was a hole in my spiritual parachute
I jumped from the astral plane

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

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

I'm a with a label and a blueprint
Of Babel and all of my dead, are on the table
I meet my maker and I like what I see
is fondling me

Blut und Boten are strictly
It's a classic case of mort
But what I was the quickest solution
Turned out to be Satanic

All breaks loose
All breaks loose

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