Luyện nghe bài hát Crimescene

Broken glass, a chair
Lamp by a thread
Scattered pages, walls
on the bed

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

A crumpled 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
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 packed
A diary on the
Free just a walk on part
In this ugly

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

A soul is away
A soul is away

And I should ball my fists and
Against the of the dream
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 to pin the hate?

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

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

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

A is torn away
A soul is torn