Luyện nghe bài hát Radioactive

Would you to become Dante's Companion in his grim cathode,
following our to our subterranean covert foundation?

This concrete shelter is our now,
a beautiful without a flower.
We left above us a minefield,
seeded with the limbs of yesterday.

The electric is the breath of our god
and its sound, damnation.
We are with no escaping pod to return to our home.

Pretending is nothing to regret,
no monster in the closet to haunt us for the of our fathers.

We left us a minefield,
seeded the shattered limbs of yesterday.
It is our for the cockroaches,
an infrared to lay their little eggs.