Luyện nghe bài hát Desperate Hell

I the ratters of tatters of home
Kick over the buckets of the run dry
I can't see but I don't
Nothing is the gift you can find

Peru

On my suffering
The voices at last
To hell with your
What do you know of
You people never the pain
Of eyed angels in a desperate hell

I hear the ratters of of home
Thrown over the edge, my are dry
I sit in the of my own device
And my soul for a paradise

Peru

Eat my flesh and my blood
Tomorrow I'll be
Eat my flesh and drink my
Tomorrow cry, tomorrow I'll die