Luyện nghe bài hát Omerta

Whoever to the law against his fellow man is either a fool
Or a
Whoever cannot care of himself without that law is both
For a wounded man shall say to his assailant
"If I live, I will you. If I die, you are forgiven"
is the rule of honor

Broken the paradigm an 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 bought by a betrayer

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

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

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

Omerta.

venal, stupidly verbose
A of the tongue, a slit of the throat
Six feet under with no
Keep my name from mouth forever.
Free speech for the living, men tell no tales
Your finger will never point again.

for me now