Luyện nghe bài hát Playing For Keeps

You prayed to your name scattered on the lips of the young.
Now, you claim that it's you on the tips of tongue.
And if you're proud of what you had to kill to get your thrill, well, I bet it stings to give up everything and that they don't want you.

It's a lonely road where the forgotten go where your misery its company.
(whoa-oh-oh-ow)
It's a long way down to the sacred ground the reaper's playing for keeps

Whoa, whoa, x2

The hollow sound is where your heart used to be.
Have you found that your admiration will set you free?
Get lies prepared, you're next in line for judgement day, now, aren't you praying, aren't you begging that you're anyone else?

It's a lonely road where the go where your misery finds its company.
(whoa-oh-oh-ow)
It's a long way down to the ground where the reaper's playing for keeps.

Whoa, whoa, x4

Well, I bet sorry now.
You did to yourself.
Well, I bet you're now.
Well, aren't you sorry

It's a lonely road where the forgotten go where misery finds its company.
(whoa-oh-oh-ow)
a long way down to the sacred ground where the reaper's playing for keeps.

It's a lonely road where the forgotten go where your finds its company.
(whoa, whoa, x2)
a long way down to the sacred ground where the reaper's playing for keeps.
(whoa, whoa, x2)

Whoa, whoa, x2

Whoa, whoa, x2
(you prayed to your name scattered on the lips of the young.
now, you claim that you on the tips of their tongue)