Luyện nghe bài hát Crimescene

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

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

A shirt a hank of hair
A print made of blood
ripped out, the shades all drawn
A life is shut

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

But I aim my rage at fate
the face to pin the hate?
Where's the face to pin the

A ticket booked, a packed
A diary on the
Free will's just a on part
In ugly humoresque

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

A is torn away
A is torn away

And I ball my fists and scream
Against the dying of the
But I can't aim my at fate
Where's the face to pin the

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

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

You and he plans
You sleep he steals
wheels can only spin
Inside of other

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

A soul is away
A is torn away