Luyện nghe bài hát Crimescene

Broken glass, a broken
hangs by a thread
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 crumpled shirt a hank of
A shoe print of blood
ripped out, the shades all drawn
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 rage at
Where's the to pin the hate?
the face to pin the hate?

A ticket booked, a packed
A diary on the
Free just a walk on part
In this ugly

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

A soul is torn
A is torn away

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

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

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

You plan and he
You while he steals
Your wheels can spin
Inside of wheels

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

A soul is torn
A soul is away