Luyện nghe bài hát Land Of Treason

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

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

I like a receptacle for the chosen
We find our clawed
the scent of death
We find that we are not so awed

Loyalties burned, the words our
Overturn own
Walk dogs and watch the doors
your other stone

Stop the that match disordered
the thrones
Feel the descending
Decaying tomes

In the starving sense you
The nations of
You a cost of sewage
That you've even seen

The time is now, the vicious
A stolen dinner
The license of the land
That you've always

So the hand that needs you
And bless another
The never issues
a cotton so very old

As the lights down

You wash hands and start to climb
The that you stole

Slip the hatch and spin the
The lords are poor
the tan that rolls downhill
Their sense of dream

Still the cat that the night
Tie him to the
Chase the viruses believe
That what's right is

a senseless cash in right for right
What's is never gone
And left is just a
For the fools dawn