Luyện nghe bài hát Crying

Laugh in the face of death masthead
Hold breath through late breaking disasters
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 word for
Leads to fattening of the
Till bird can barely fly

And and David smoke dung in the trenches
While behavior never gets mentioned
The writings on your

Blood on the cradle and the ashes you 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 can't see for the
And you just can't stand no
What a clumsy of low

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

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

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