Luyện nghe bài hát Omerta

Whoever appeals to the law his fellow man is either a fool
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

Broken the an example must be set
the Siren's song 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 result better left unspoken
Violence begins to what was broken
You've been talking, I've all ears.

Words meant to dwell in darkness shall see the light of day
Words can be broken, so can
Execute the
Mouth of dirt.
Your removed from the registry
St. Peter greets with empty eyes turns and locks the gate.

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

Omerta.

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

for me now