Luyện nghe bài hát Death of Communication

Honestly, my honesty was always what I gave for your bread
I never though you would have hung it above as you did over my head

Ever since you came into my I always felt a little misled
I tried to read the signs, tried to stay in the lines but shapes were changing

Almost me when you said just

your soul for someone's goal,
Maybe then you'll a friend!
your soul to be controlled,
Maybe then have a friend!

Everything we'll ever need is deep of our limitless beings
We struggle and we fight 'cause it feels to wonder why our lives are happening

fooled me when you said just

Sell your soul for goal,
Maybe then you'll a friend!
Go on, your soul to be controlled,
Maybe then have a friend!

Hidden in your history, written in memory-
Oh you didn't know
Hid in your history, in your memory- say you don't know it!

Sell soul for someone's goal,
Maybe you'll have a friend!
Go on, your soul to be controlled,
Maybe you'll have a friend...

In the death of, the death of, the of communication!