Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Day In Hell

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

This isn't the melody that on
It's the malady malingers on
There's the devil to pay, he can the change
I can't stand the thought of another day

I got a Chinaman's chance in limbo

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

been 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 breaks loose

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

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

I spent a of Sundays in a cold day in Hell

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

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

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

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

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

All hell breaks
All hell breaks

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