Luyện nghe bài hát Death Of A Salesman

This is the countdown.
The on the clock.
Become the upon your throat.
a hard look at your 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.
You've behind.

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

Success is meaningless if sold your soul to accomplish it.
All the money in the world be able to lift this weight from your chest.

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

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

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

The on the clock.
Are the on your throat