Luyện nghe bài hát Dias grises (en inglés)

I feel hatred people when people look at me
I feel angry at all when sigh
I'm of myself and if I am no longer sure
Of loving both the gets to 'harder
I'll cut my to go to a better world
So find that light that I within me
Why ask pa 'fill a void nothing fills
Because I that blood no longer flows in my veins
Hatred and bitterness flows after so much pain
I am a prisoner, slave of four
And I'm drowning lost hope in a of tears
I can not find the exit, I'm a stone
In my mind in an I see moments of my life
Is this my destiny? Death
Every hour is
Find your hurts, find your angry
And for your loss, your
your steps each day
Because otherwise you'll fall into oblivion and the game
Fight against wind and forever
Jura in the fight until it bursts
She does not exist. to fight
no more, you face your fears
It is not to live with it inside, which will
Distress is that hidden and can not find
So many questions, there are so few
We hide the truth is that company sucks
You who you were, who you are, who you will
you never had and never will accompany
I'm of all this suffering end
I have a thorn that burns me
As a coward I am I will approach the
I know my soul will be relieved this suicide

(x2)
Gray days, we all cloudy
Gray days, when we
Gray days, being embarrassed environmental
get up every day pa your own ending

Hanging by a my stability
I drag my body when it wrong
I think it is a thing of
I am a rag in a washing machine
An intermittent drop slowly my skull
The air is thick, almost
Prone to drop immersed in a shock of mind,
It marks the tempo of my
Anxiety takes my situation brings
Bad is my fucking infection
I dissected, no access to his will, my coerces
into the dark part of my soul bare
I strive to be strong, that underlying
Neruda am the of contemporary rap
street poetry flows uranium impregnated
I offer what ensucio substitutes
damage as fetuses in formaldehyde
I turn to the sun, I am in crucible
Cométela my shit, Spanish rap
Reality is cruel, honey is at
Today is a bad day and feel it will end

(x2)
Gray days, because we all
days, when we failed
Gray days, being environmental reaction
get up every day pa your own ending

Now I feel in a dark place
Everything is much but I dissimulation
In front of anybody, you I am a lost soul
I wandered the in search of some dinner
Now I repent from dead and
I'm like a mirror but on the other side
Where I still feel and more ignored
I feel like an animal, I hope in cages
Now there is no turning back, no one hears me
That day, on that bridge last thing I did was
Pact with Satan in exchange for and tranquility
I'm in and no one will remember

If it is Abram, the Porta. Alicante, Barcelona, La mission are days