Luyện nghe bài hát Crying

Laugh in the face of death masthead
Hold your breath through breaking disasters
Next to of the trite

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

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

Gold is another word for
Leads to of the vultures
Till this can barely fly

And and David smoke dung in the trenches
Zion's behavior never gets mentioned
The on your wall

Blood on the and the ashes you wade through
Got you callin' name in vain
Leaved the damned to it all

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

Broken nose, colored glasses see for the thorns
And you just stand no more
a clumsy kind of low

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

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

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