Luyện nghe bài hát Death Of A Salesman

This is the countdown.
The on the clock.
Become the hands your throat.
Take a hard look at time card.
Add up all the hours.
The weeks, the and years.
Think of all the time that you've away.
Of all the smiles, and passion.
left behind.

One of many, you into the lines.
Your and dreams diminished.
Is it worth what you're being
Can all the moments torn ever be replaced?
Is the one life been given.
All going to

Success is meaningless if you've your soul to accomplish it.
All the money in the world won't be able to this weight from your chest.

is the final countdown.
The on the clock.
Become the upon your throat.

Neckties are the subtle noose.
Hanging the gallows.
Swaying in the of progress.
A of subservience.
Swept away by
of deception.

One of many, you into the lines.
Your and dreams diminished.
Is it what you're being given?
Can all the moments torn ever be replaced?
Is the one life you've given.
All to waste?

The on the clock.
Are the hands on throat