Luyện nghe bài hát Crimescene

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A soul is torn
A soul is torn

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

But I can't aim my rage at
Where's the face to pin the

Here we stand around victims
for the crime
Waiting for the butcher's
One cut at a

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

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

A is torn away
A is torn away