Luyện nghe bài hát Deadeye

To the thoughts of the many from the of the few
Voice of reason, view
The truth is the and the news is the truth
As if that'll do as a lame for

the slavers, taking the slaves
Burying the dead, then the graves
the modesty from heroes brave
Making the tears gush waves

watches, still the killing carries on
To the rhythm of the and the voices of concern
Deadeye claims to be conscience for us all
But I was never born to be some fly upon the

dressing and the tinsel wreath
Stealing the pity and the grief
with a furrowed brow
Pinning the on the blooded sleeve

Deadeye watches, the killing carries on
To the rhythm of the and the voices of concern
Deadeye claims to be conscience for us all
But I was never born to be fly upon the wall

And yes, I've beneath the glow, dazzled by it all
But this is not the world I or people I recall
To the thoughts of the many the minds of the few
Voice of reason, view

A little knowledge is a thing
Here is the butterfly, here's the

watches, still the killing carries on
To the rhythm of the and the voices of concern
Deadeye claims to be some for us all
But I was born to be some fly upon the wall