Luyện nghe bài hát Racipe For Hate...Warhorse

Dave
Each day my pick my pockets
My faults letters carved in stone
As to you as words written in water
I'm left to walk world alone
Fill solos -
In a broken mold they me
The sheep of the family
Worth less than zero my
And temperature IQ
I did something, now I'm
Always wrong this or that
Poisoned with fear watch it
My measly mad
- Pitrelli
Talk about me when my bac is
Next time we meet it will be to
The memory burned in my of what you said
And now got a recipe for hate. Taste it
solos - Mustaine
Dark clouds on the
it hard to breathe
A walking mistake but time
I run away, I come back for more
The choice is I can quit
And fall on my sword or a fire
To see who runs or
And plays the game
Solo -
...Warhorse
I'm feeling invisible
I feel just like air
The taunts me
Solo -
I see the below me
I it spinning there
Does someone,
Out hear me?
- Pitrelli
Sentenced to in Purgatory
My is running down
I can't believe what done to me
- Mustaine
I'm left a Warhorse
A man a country
- Mustaine, Pitrelli, Mustaine, Pitrelli