Luyện nghe bài hát Land Of Treason

Land of treason, no reason
We are fire
packs of dogs, we're enemies of men
We are not

Our faces show, we've grown
But not conspired
Old hearts gone, the on
Mother mired

I a receptacle for the chosen dead
We find our bodies
With the of death
We find we are not so very awed

burned, the words our blurred
Overturn own
Walk like and watch the doors
Have your stone

Stop the toys that disordered
the thrones
Feel the descending
Decaying hallowed

In the sense you worship
The nations of
You wear a cost of
That you've even seen

The time is now, the here
A dinner code
The license of the land
you've always sold

So bite the hand needs you
And bless another
The virus never
From a cotton so old

As the lights down

You your hands and start to climb
The ladder that you

Slip the hatch and the sword
The lords are poor
Push the tan that downhill
sense of dream absorbed

Still the cat breaks the night
Tie him to the
Chase the viruses that
That right is scored

It's a senseless in right for right
What's is never gone
And left is a passion
For the fools golden