Luyện nghe bài hát Hellsville

Fixing on a lonely on 4 Avengers morning, on the blood
stained steps of Hope, forgotten, carrying our cross
guilty children waiting 'til our father's home. Hel''
our backs, he'll break our bones. His iron rod comb
the hair stiffens on our spines. We walk defeated
in a line. Our one release is in the fiery furnace . . .
us swiftly, us now to Hellsville (Bells peal! Roll
the barrel . . . Down the pills.) But still we'll die
because we cannot pay enough. Our sweet may be
merciful, but he to play things tough. And HELL
is where the is. They came from lonely stars in
search of entertainment. We're the stars. We're
the stars line the stage--the attraction of the
ages. Buy a ticket, our pain. God, it's outrageous.
It's a in Hellsville.