Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Day In Hell

If Moses had heard it
There been another commandment
Thou not slaver on thine cadaver
Whilst all thine fat is in the

This isn't the that lingers on
It's the that malingers on
the devil 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

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

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

All breaks loose

The jig is up, my is sealed
I'm at the gallows again
The inscription on my tombstone
Wish you were

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

I spent a of Sundays in a cold day in Hell

When it's one man the world
I shouldn't have so much to complain
I found was a hole in my spiritual parachute
After I jumped from the plane

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

Deliver this treachery
Deliver from agony
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, are on the table
I my maker and I don't like what I see
Medusa is me

Blut und are strictly verboten
a classic case of mort sublite
But what I was the quickest solution
Turned out to be Satanic

All hell breaks
All hell loose

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