Luyện nghe bài hát Hellsville

Fixing on a lonely star on 4 morning, on the blood
stained of Hope, forgotten, carrying our cross like
guilty children waiting our father's home. Hel'' crack
our backs, he'll break our bones. His iron rod will
the that stiffens on our spines. We walk defeated
in a line. Our one release is in the furnace . . . Take
us swiftly, us now to Hellsville (Bells peal! Roll
the barrel . . . Down the pills.) But we'll never die
we cannot pay enough. Our sweet Lord may be
merciful, but he likes to play things tough. And
is where the action is. They from lonely stars in
search of entertainment. We're the stars. We're
the that line the stage--the attraction of the
ages. Buy a ticket, feel our pain. God, outrageous.
It's a in Hellsville.