Luyện nghe bài hát Futile

You are, we are
The of truth
Can you me?
Hear my cadence call all through the
putting it out there for you
The victim, the hunter, the
We have
The of masses
The parade of
For the cause, for the case, for the

Be free, our own
free, these are our homes our lives

I will grip my tongue and we say it so fruitful
to the gun
We'll the hopeful
And to the rising Sun
We're singing the anthem of
The outcast, the lover, the
Don't sight of
The of power
The angle, its
For the blood, for the pain, for the
Freedom is the

Be free, our own
Live free, are our homes our lives
Hear my heart, now now let's the blues
Look into my head, now kick off shoes
Every lick and step that me awake
We're on our own so move

We see with our hearts and third
You know there's like a moment we all fantasize
a lick, like a shred, like a pattern of threads
And if holy notes only stand alone then we're better off dead
I'm tearing my eyes out again and
I'm throwing my soul out, three to the wind
quandary in my life, I don't give a shit
The futile possess so that we plead the
all alone, we're red throughout
Now break bones, I'll twist and shout
out for the kill
With the thoughts of the of minds
Construct, create,
Medicate, meditate,

Be free, our own
Live free, these are our our lives

The production of
The angle, it's
You will be
The victim, the hunter, the
I'm my eyes out again and again
I'm throwing my soul out, sheets to the wind
This quandary in my life, I don't a shit
The futile possess so that we plead the