Luyện nghe bài hát Dias grises (english)

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

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

Hanging by a my stability
I drag my body it goes wrong
I think it is a of hell
I am a rag in a washing machine
An intermittent drop slowly pierces my
The air is thick, almost
Prone to drop immersed in a shock of mind,
It marks the tempo of my
Anxiety takes over my situation
Bad luck is my infection
I dissected, no access to his will, my mind
into the dark part of my soul bare
I to be strong, that underlying fissures
am the gore of contemporary rap
This street poetry flows uranium
I offer what ensucio substitutes
Subliminal damage as fetuses in
I turn to the sun, I am glad in
Cométela my shit, Spanish rap
is cruel, honey is at times
Today is a bad day and feel it will end

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

Now I feel alone in a place
is much harder but I dissimulation
In front of anybody, you I am a lost soul
I wandered the streets in search of some
Now I from dead and buried
Because I'm like a mirror but on the side
Where I still feel and more ignored
I feel like an animal, I hope in locked
Now there is no turning back, no one me shouting
That day, on bridge last thing I did was sigh
Pact Satan in exchange for peace and tranquility
I'm in and no one will remember

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