Luyện nghe bài hát Old Black Sunday

It's so painful to see with new eyes
all that is known reveals it's lies
And the guard at the door is some prophet frozen tears
Always following not the truth
Wearing a mask or twoPromising another old sunday
There's creatures closing in
And wondering when
All the captives inside dream of the light
And if and how it can dim
For they took the savior of the one's in this place
And they've stolen his face for own
And hid in shadows
to bring another old black Sunday to you
The dead gather in stained glass tomb
for impending doom
And they go on living lives depraved
Because a week they are saved
And the man in the
Screaming on about gods
Well they chopped off his head to prove
If not to the root that
they could bring an old black Sunday to you
And I feel
And I unlovedAnd I know no one
And I enslaved
And I unsaved
And I see the
I can see these chains
And on


And with the of time
seem to grow invisible to
Everyone else
And I crawl
And if that is the
Than everything is worse than
I'd rather be lost
And on


And the passing of time
They seem to invisible to
else aliveAnd I won't crawl
And if that is the
everything is worse than death
I'd rather be lost
And I feel
And I unlovedAnd I know no one
And I enslaved
And I unsaved
And I can see the
Because I can these chains
It's so painful to feel with a brand new
When something innocent inside has
And all that was
The that matter most
Are now withering ghosts that they
The remaining few
Never to spend another old black Sunday you