Luyện nghe bài hát Crimescene

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

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

A crumpled a hank of hair
A shoe print of blood
Phone out, the shades all drawn
A is hammered shut

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

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

A ticket booked, a suitcase
A diary on the
Free just a walk on part
In ugly humoresque

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

A soul is away
A is torn away

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

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

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

You and he plans
You sleep he steals
Your wheels can spin
of other wheels

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

A soul is torn
A soul is torn