Luyện nghe bài hát Omerta

Whoever appeals to the law against his fellow man is either a
Or a
Whoever cannot take care of himself that law is both
For a wounded man will shall say to his
"If I live, I kill you. If I die, you are forgiven"
Such is the rule of

the paradigm an example must be set
Invoke the Siren's and sign the death warrant.
This has been wrought for 30 pieces if silver
The tongues of men and angels by a beloved betrayer

I am the what's better left unspoken
begins to mend what was broken
You've talking, I've been all ears.

Words meant to dwell in darkness never see the light of day
can be broken, so can bones
Execute the
full of dirt.
Your name from the registry
St. Peter greets empty eyes then turns and locks the gate.

I am the result what's better left
begins to mend what was broken
You've been talking, I've been all

Omerta.

Cheaply venal, stupidly
A slip of the tongue, a slit of the
Six feet under no marker
Keep my name from your forever.
Free speech for the living, dead men tell no
Your laughing will never point again.

for me now