Luyện nghe bài hát Garbage Canyons

We're the loosers, We see you're
We're the tools for our own fate
No one knows our place
Justice, us your grace! Show your face!

But the war slaves of the lords drive us land to land
to the garbage canyons, to the damned
And we ride like on our boneless dogs, helpless,
the ghetto canyons

"Antisocial" that's only slang
correct on their stamps
Roast our sharp! Bon appetite!
Swallow our souls to it!

And the of the lords drive us from land to land
to the garbage canyons, to the eternal
Yes we ride, puppets on our boneless dogs, helpless,
into the ghetto

injurance saves your future plan,
saves your in a wheel chair gang,
but you laugh this warning.
You wanna drift there you want
to the suicide angels, if your fate is wrong
Suicide angels, you want never fall down, down the sky
illusion, you can never fall,
cause you are living in the devil's