Luyện nghe bài hát Pigroad

In the of the living
there's no for little men
who run around and point there all day long,

In these of forgiving
no space for wicked men
who run around and wear their little frowns,

the years we've been given promises have come and gone and no one ever keeps their word anymore,

And through the lies we've been swimming and we're running out of time to out ever so trusting lungs,

In the land of the there's no room for little men who run around and point there fingers all day long,

In these times of forgiving there's no space for wicked men who run around and wear silly little frowns,

Oh, is it the road, Lord no, that we are on

You can take us across the water and you can fly us the sky,

But if you think that you're gonna drive us you better a road less travelled,

Oh, is it the same road, no, that we are on

Nothing like the friendly giant we all thought them to be, nothing loving hides sugar coated lies

Oh, is it the same road, Lord no, we are on