Luyện nghe bài hát Gift Of Flesh

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

No fear, no voice, no
In God no light

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

and multiply
And
As lack of chokes underground
Divulge
The darker
windows watch the screaming sky

No fear, no voice, no
In God no guiding

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

When all the guilt that's in head
Turns back and plays the dead
You the earth and torch the sky
Conscience low with head high

all the truth comes all the shame
The curse of flesh just takes aim
On ground and tortured sky
Walk in with spirits high