Luyện nghe bài hát Old Black Sunday

It's so painful to see with new eyes
When all that is known reveals lies
And the guard at the door is some prophet with tears
Always following not the truth
Wearing a mask or another old black sunday
There's creatures closing in
And wondering when
All the captives inside will 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 his face for their own
And hid theirs in
Sworn to bring another old Sunday to you
The living gather in stained glass tomb
for impending doom
And they go on their lives depraved
Because once a they are saved
And the man in the
Screaming on about plans
Well they chopped off his head to prove
If not to the root that
Only they bring an old black Sunday to you
And I undone
And I feel I know no one
And I enslaved
And I unsaved
And I see the
Because I can see chains
And on


And with the passing of
They seem to grow to
else alive
And I crawl
And if that is the
Than is worse than death
I'd rather be lost
And on


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