Luyện nghe bài hát Crying

Laugh in the face of death under
Hold your breath through late breaking
Next to of the trite

Codes, meant global
Like in the nose of the nobles keeps it alight
Wrath, and the race is on fire
And the music for tanks with no red lights in

Got you cryin',
Oh
Oh my, my, my

Gold is another for culture
Leads to fattening of the
Till this can barely fly

And Mary and David smoke in the trenches
While behavior never gets mentioned
The writings on wall

Blood on the cradle and the you wade through
Got you callin' God's name in
Leaved the to damn it all

Got you cryin',
Oh
Oh my, my, my

Broken nose, glasses can't see for the thorns
And you just can't no more
What a clumsy of low

Time to take the wheel and the road from the
Take this car, it straight into the wall
Build it back up from the

And stop our cryin', oh
Oh
Oh my, my, my

Our cryin', our
Our
you try, try, try