Luyện nghe bài hát Crimescene

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A soul is away
A soul is torn

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 face to pin the

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

You plan and he
You sleep he steals
Your wheels can spin
Inside of other

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

A soul is away
A soul is away