Luyện nghe bài hát Mockers

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

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

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

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

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

How can know,
that thanks to mumble
turn into gold
the of the crumbled.
These men,
how can know,
the of the scorned
is letting go.