Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Day In Hell

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

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

I ain't got a Chinaman's in limbo

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

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

All breaks loose

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

I every night for a thousand years
The of my flesh, the thud of my carcass
The rhythmic crunch of
is my addiction

I spent a month of Sundays in a day in Hell

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

No escape from four slimy walls
I up while trying to knock them down
warrant, death watch, death rattle, death's door
Ain't I died before?

Deliver from this
from this agony
Stop to make 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
Medusa is me

Blut und are strictly verboten
It's a classic of mort sublite
But what I thought was the solution
Turned out to be destiny

All hell loose
All hell loose

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