Luyện nghe bài hát Gift Of Flesh

I am all
A trade, a of sand
I am the lesson to be
I the throat of innocence
And leave
I the way for all to see

No fear, no voice, no
In God no guiding

When all the guilt that's in your
Turns it's and plays the dead
You scorch the and torch the sky
low with head held high

Indulge and
And
As lack of breath chokes
degenerate
The darker
From windows the screaming sky

No fear, no voice, no
In God no light

When all the guilt that's in head
it's back and plays the dead
You scorch the and torch the sky
Conscience low with held

When all the guilt in your head
Turns back and plays the dead
You scorch the and torch the sky
Conscience low head held high

From all the truth all the shame
The curse of just takes it's aim
On hollowed ground and sky
Walk in fear with spirits