Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Day In Hell

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

This isn't the melody that on
the malady that 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 chance in limbo

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

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

All hell loose

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

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

I spent a month of Sundays in a cold day in

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

No escape from four slimy walls
I built up while to knock them down
Death warrant, death watch, death rattle, death's
I died enough before?

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

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

Blut und Boten are strictly
It's a case of mort sublite
But what I thought was the solution
out to be Satanic destiny

All hell loose
All breaks loose

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