Luyện nghe bài hát Mockers

was best,
was crushed.
killed the dreams,
and now are gone.
Sneering
mocking
out sins,
they in their nooks.

The bloodthirsty band creeps out of the
the gun of sharp words on the of the dark,
to finish off our hearts,
all that we saved apart.

How can know,
thanks to their mumble
they turn gold
the of the crumbled.
These men,
how can know,
the power of the
is letting go.

speech
merciless
words of lead
of so voracious.
laughter,
glances,
faces,
and of tolerance.

The bloodthirsty band out of the murk
the gun of words on the verge of the dark,
to off our tainted hearts,
all that we saved apart.

How can know,
that to their mumble
they into gold
the of the crumbled.
These men,
how can know,
the power of the
is letting go.