Luyện nghe bài hát Common State Of Inner Violence

Deserving baby
In of that defect
Of listening to wild music
And than playing war

But you are man
Because I've got plans for you
Refined violin
And the most school

baby, he uses his violin
Poor baby, almost well as a gun
baby, insanity from adolescence
Grows through me a killer hell

The rising throw away
All father's dreams
let me be born
If you live

The only right was the
He "finally he's gone"
While parents threaten
"We'll grow one"

you must know
Your guy is not so
To grow your violin
your eyes to this massacre
Was it dream?

This tells to me
Don't let me be
If you did not

guy is not so wise
To grow your violin
your eyes through this fire