Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Waste

Cold in my
Whate'er the time been
Running too fast or walking too
For a time.

Tomorrow I will
and celebrate my
the Waste
And tasting my
Smells like and filth.

don't belong to me
And no one else,
I'm running to my
'Cause of us can make a stand.

to my hell...

Cold rain, me into my hell,
All alone light's off.
We are to procreate
And subjugate.

Tears don't to me
And no one else,
I'm to my hell
'Cause none of us can a stand.

to my hell...

Cold Waste of a
Taste we're
And to fall.
without volunteers.
Who asked for a penny of
Skyscrapers with a view from above.
We're to fall.
Soul, if you're feeling old you can call
When you go on...