Luyện nghe bài hát Crying

Laugh in the face of under masthead
Hold your through late breaking disasters
to news of the trite

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

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

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

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

on the cradle and the ashes you wade through
Got you callin' God's in vain
the damned to damn it all

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

Broken nose, colored glasses can't see for the
And you can't stand no more
What a kind of low

Time to take the wheel and the road the masters
this car, drive it straight into the wall
Build it back up the floor

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

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