Luyện nghe bài hát Crimescene

Broken glass, a chair
Lamp hangs by a
Scattered pages, walls
on the bed

Peace is gone and love is and
wins the day
A soul is torn
A is torn away

A shirt a hank of hair
A shoe made of blood
Phone ripped out, the shades all
A is hammered shut

And I ball my fists and scream
Against the dying of the
But I aim my rage at fate
the face to pin the hate?

But I can't aim my at fate
Where's the to pin the hate?
the face to pin the hate?

A ticket booked, a suitcase
A on the desk
Free will's a walk on part
In this humoresque

Peace is gone and love is and
Darkness the day
A is torn away
A soul is torn

A is torn away
A soul is torn

And I ball my fists and scream
the dying of the dream
But I can't aim my rage at
the face to pin the hate?

But I can't aim my rage at
the face to pin the hate?

Here we around like victims
Waiting for the
Waiting for the knife
One cut at a

You and he plans
You sleep while he
Your wheels can only
of other wheels

Peace is gone and love is and
Darkness the day
A soul is torn
A soul is torn

A soul is torn
A is torn away