Luyện nghe bài hát Pigroad

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

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

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

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

In the of the living 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 men who run around and wear their silly little frowns,

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

You can us across the water and you can fly us across 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 we all thought them to be, nothing loving hides behind sugar coated lies

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