Luyện nghe bài hát Deadeye

To the thoughts of the many the minds of the few
of reason, censored view
The truth is the news and the news is the
As if that'll do as a excuse for

Killing the slavers, taking the
Burying the dead, robbing the graves
Stealing the modesty heroes brave
Making the gush like waves

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

Window and the tinsel wreath
Stealing the and the widow's grief
Sentimental with a furrowed
the heart on the blooded sleeve

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

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

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

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