Luyện nghe bài hát Futile

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

Be free, our own
Live free, these are our 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 the anthem of youth
The outcast, the lover, the
lose sight of
The production of
The angle, its
For the blood, for the pain, for the
Freedom is the

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

We see our hearts and third eyes
You know there's nothing like a moment we all
a lick, like a shred, like a pattern of threads
And if these holy notes only stand then we're better off dead
I'm tearing my eyes out and again
I'm throwing my soul out, sheets to the wind
This quandary in my life, I don't give a
The possess so that we plead the fifth
We're all alone, we're red
Now break these bones, I'll and shout
out for the kill
With the thoughts of the truest of
Construct, create,
Medicate, meditate,

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

The production of
The angle, it's
You always be
The victim, the hunter, the
I'm tearing my out again and again
I'm throwing my soul out, three sheets to the
This quandary in my life, I don't give a
The futile possess so we plead the fifth