Luyện nghe bài hát Lost Souls

Sinners on their chance to strike. to let die
To reap the harvest of work, now it's time to crucify
Crawling under lines of blama, in their hands they've got fate
Now we've lost the game of man, misjudged by we hate

Shout, let me you preaching - listen to your pathetic
Shout, let us hear your story, now that we got a choice
Shout, let me hear you preaching - to your pathetic
Shout, let us hear your story, now that we haven't got a

Souls

Holding on to an illusion based a tale
The leading down to Hell, our souls are now for sale
Weak and on our knees we're looking at the sky
Time will run, the blood will as life is passing by

Shout, let me you preaching - listen to your pathetic
Shout, let us hear your story, now that we haven't got a
Shout, let me hear you preaching - listen to your
Shout, let us hear your story, now we haven't got a choice

Lost

Truth won't be the when one is born
There's no reason in the world, but we are on
Cursed by the of God
Bright - blinded eyes
If everyone had a chose, would fade at dawn

Souls

One day we will understand there are no in this race
Caused by your religion thoughts, vanish without a trace
one hand on the holy book, you're reaching for a gun
Put your together, praise the lord for what he has done

Shout, let me hear you preaching - to your pathetic
Shout, let us hear your story, now that we haven't got a
Shout, let me hear you - listen to your pathetic
Shout, let us hear your story, now that we got a choice

Truth won't be the when one is born
There's no reason in the world, but we are on
by the palm of God
Bright - hope blinded
If everyone had a chose, religion fade at dawn

Souls