Luyện nghe bài hát From My Cold Dead Hands

Force-fed youth crippled america
Dependent on things not seen in black and
is a dying art form
Everything is out of (gun)
"From my cold dead hands" you
Throw your into the fire
the fire of apathy
You play the again and again
Smoke your last hope although you're
stupidity
This beaten into a child easily led to do the same
is your crutch
Fear is god
Is this all worth?
A opportunity
You sold short
You yourself
Throw your into the fire
the fire of apathy
You play the fool again and
be here to clean you up
I'll be to clean up your body
This is the death of