Luyện nghe bài hát Curse

Three two one, it

Lord help me to believe I've got the
Killed by the world I'm filled of greed
Dead to the of my human hand
stand, beaten down by a broken old man

Broken men fill a city full of
Broken fill a body full of badness
I need a need other the sting of sin
I need a sweet kiss to the rut I'm in

I've got a lover, she me in another
A bad thing to bring, a sacrifice the covers
She said, cut all that record inside of me
Like something living made a decision to to be

isn't like that, life isn't like this
I have a to know what it is

you stopped to see what it is to be free
How the world has become a giant shopping
Lord, help me to believe how the word has
If it happens enough does it the same?

If it to me over and over again
Will I cease to feel all the I'm in?
Will I cease to Will I start to believe?
Will I need nothing more than the air that I

Well, why waste breathing on a death?
Why even bother with another
Why believe, why care, why fuckin' feel?
Why try to see beyond the meal?

They tell me four billion are alive today
But they say that life is anyway
But to see it, no one seems to be living
Oh Lord, what is it that giving?

You're blind, blind
You're from the facts
You're blind, you're
You're blind from the

blind
(Getting in line time and again)
You're blind, you're blind the facts
You're
(While nation after stands in peril)
Blind from the

two one, kick it

I life like a kiss in the morning
I heard like a rainstorm on top of an awning
But then I home to spend the night alone
And then I saw a man asleep on the cold

Was he asleep, maybe dead, dying
I saw in heaven all the angels crying
I saw myself as I just by
I saw as he turned a blind eye

I saw as he kicked the man
And that his friends all laughed or take a stand
I burned inside, put my hand a wall
I cursed the world that is suffering and cruelty at all

I cursed myself that is suffering and cruelty in me
That, my eyes have sight, they're too full to see
That this would be life, like a job and a
Like a car and a and a garden and a knife

Is it freedom to what is not a choice?
Or is it to silence what is not a voice?
Is it freedom to have one
Or do you to a live a life full of grief?

I can't choose what I can't
the way of life is to live and grieve
'Cause I see living as a in the sun
And the world as a place for a to come

You may say, I had, you may hate getting in
and time again, you may say, man this life stinks
I wonder how many people burning in hell
This very hour, burning in right now
thought it was real until they lived it?
And there are people in the
That are too intellectual for that, oh man, foolish

I how many people today burning in hell
This very hour, burning in hell now
Never thought it was real until they it?

This vacillating congress and will do nothing
While nation after nation stands in

You're blind, you're blind, blind

You may say, I had, you may hate in line
Time and time again, you may say, man this stinks
I wonder how many people today in hell
very hour, burning in hell right now
Never thought it was real until they it?
And there are in the world
That are too for that, oh man, that's foolish