Luyện nghe bài hát From My Cold Dead Hands

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Dependent on things not seen in and white
Responsibility is a dying art
is out of (gun) control
"From my cold dead hands" you
Throw your into the fire
the fire of apathy
You play the role again and
your last hope although you're dead
Manufactured
This image beaten into a child easily led to do the
is your crutch
Fear is god
Is all you're worth?
A wasted
You sold yourself
You sald
your gift into the fire
Into the fire of
You play the again and again
be here to clean you up
I'll be here to up your body
This is the death of