Luyện nghe bài hát Racipe For Hate...Warhorse

Dave
Each day my shortcomings my pockets
My faults letters carved in stone
As meaningful to you as words written in
I'm to walk this world alone
Fill - Mustaine
In a broken mold they me
The sheep of the family
Worth than zero my opinion
And temperature IQ
I did something, now I'm
Always wrong this or that
Poisoned with watch it twist
My brain mad
- Pitrelli
Talk me when my bac is turned
time we meet it will be to late
The memory burned in my of what you said
And now got a recipe for hate. Taste it
Fill solos -
Dark clouds on the
it hard to breathe
A mistake but every time
I run away, I just come back for
The choice is clear I can
And fall on my sword or light a
To see who or stays
And plays the game
Solo -
...Warhorse
I'm feeling invisible
I just like thin air
The taunts me
Solo -
I see the below me
I it spinning there
Does someone,
Out hear me?
Solo -
Sentenced to in Purgatory
My is running down
I believe what they've done to me
- Mustaine
I'm riding a Warhorse
A man without a
- Mustaine, Pitrelli, Mustaine, Pitrelli