Luyện nghe bài hát Pissed

How many lies does it
To squeeze an open so shut
nothing gets in un-devised
And is fuel for all desire
drawn to isolate
And not a change in ideas
While people piss on love's
And blame a god for ways

Save soul if you can
You might get to come back again
Save soul if you can
our time's running out
Hero, man, hero, dead man
Save our souls, our hands
our souls, take our hands

Some devise their own
To the mass exodus
Crawling in to sick hands
Control to demands
Who would think the would come
When again stop to care
Thinkers start to ideas
And dig ourselves a shallow early

Save soul if you can
You never get to come back again
Save soul if you can
Cause our running out
Hero, man, hero, dead man
Save our souls, our hands
Save our souls, our hands

We still as brains untie
The sky is
Now crawling
But we see straight through our shallow
We can't straight
Now we're

So your soul if you can
You might never come back
Save soul if you can
Cause our running out
Hero, man, hero, dead man
Save our souls, our hands
Save our souls, our hands