Luyện nghe bài hát Degeneration

The future so pretty
When looking through
The mirror.
history seems to repeat itself,
And our start to reappear.
We up every morning
And things seem the same,
made, the bills are paid,
But the still remain.
In the revelation
Of who we are,
of mud,
Talking of
While out another scar.
I can't choose 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 your bitterness.
neglect everything you love
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 dilemma
Of how to live with one
Has kept us
Since Cain his brother.
As the go by,
We've left things behind,
But the between ourselves,
Are only defined.
go on arguing,
Sociologists debate,
But the love that's
Than our
Is the kind we create.