Luyện nghe bài hát Degeneration

The ain't so pretty
When you're through
The mirror.
'Cause seems to repeat itself,
And our sins to reappear.
We wake up every
And things seem the same,
Resolutions made, the are paid,
But the problems remain.
In the never-ending
Of who we are,
of mud,
Talking of
carving out another scar.
I can't your destination,
I stop degeneration,
But I can the dying,
the crying,
the pain.
Unless your is frozen,
You're bound to some pain.
You decide to
Or be by self-pity,
As you your wounds,
Don't nurse bitterness.
You'll neglect everything you
And be with bitterness.
The blind lead the blind,
The dead raise the dead,
But the can be healed,
And the can be fed.
The ongoing
Of how to live one another
Has kept us
Since killed his brother.
As the go by,
We've some things behind,
But the between ourselves,
Are more defined.
go on arguing,
Sociologists debate,
But the love that's
our spite
Is the we can't create.