Luyện nghe bài hát Mail From The Watchtower

The priest has
This world is down
Burning
we watch die
This nightmare is
and it never
we have turned our
to
we just rely on our

Im in the mirror
Of self
i look my in the eyes
crying for

Our are burning
for any storm
to wash all signes of
we have lived

Our homes are
find our mistakes
come be the storm takes away
every last of our existence

when we got nothing to
and everything is
i turn my up to my father
who