Luyện nghe bài hát Deaths Diary

On monday I a flower
Dried it in my
it in poison
And I it on the land
On wasted it tried to root
But upon the sand

And there's in my diary for you, my friend
And there's in my diary for you

On I took a bird
Such to hear it sing
I blackened it petrol
And oiled it's little
I the breeze
As I it to the wind

And there's in my diary for you, my friend
And there's in my diary for you

On I took a man
He begged help me die
For he lay in and suffering
It made his ones cry
I can be and gentle
In the of an eye

And there's in my diary for you, my friend
And there's room in my for you

On thursday I a woman
Heavy a child
My old friend rape had a visit
Had stayed a little
In a back I touched her
a wire and a smile

And there's room in my for you, my friend
And there's room in my for you

On friday I took a
Cursed it with a
Powdered crystals, smoking
To and to enslave
And a row of needles
Lines the route onto the

And room in my diary for you, my friend
And there's room in my for you

On saturday I a country
Praying for the
throats and swollen lips
Without a grain
And I out generations
And I'd do it all

And there's room in my diary for you, my
And there's room in my for you

On sunday I took the
A bomb I did
Seven days to life
And one day to
Every woman man
Every and boy

And there's in my diary for you, my friend
And there's room in my for you

Now as I close my
And I've made my final
I away the ashes
And I stoke the grate
no distinction between pain and joy
No line twixt and hate

There's no room in my for you, my friend
There's no room in my for you