Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Day In Hell

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

This the melody that lingers on
It's the malady malingers on
the devil to pay, he can keep the change
I can't the thought of another cold day

I ain't got a Chinaman's in limbo

Mass breathing, mass
Mass bleeding, mass seeding, mass
Mass is the cause of my problems
Gotta choose between 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 Klux just to get the uniform
Or a night's sleep

All breaks loose

The jig is up, my fate is
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 of my carcass
The rhythmic of bone
is my addiction

I spent a month of Sundays in a day in Hell

it's one man against the world
I have so much time to complain
I found there was a hole in my spiritual
After I jumped from the astral

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

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

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

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

All breaks loose
All hell loose

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