Luyện nghe bài hát From My Cold Dead Hands

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