Luyện nghe bài hát Recipe For Hate...warhorse

Each day my shortcomings pick my
My were letters carved in stone
As meaningful to you as written in water
I'm to walk this world alone

In a broken mold made me
The sheep of the family
Worth less zero, my opinion
And temperature I.Q.

I did something, now I'm
Always wrong with this or
with fear, watch it twist
My measly mad

Talk about me when my back is
Next we meet, it will be to late
The memory burned in my of what you said
And now I've got a recipe for hate, it

Dark on the horizon
Make it hard to
A walking but every time I run away
I just come for more

The choice is clear, I can
And fall on my sword or a fire
To see who or stays
And plays the game

I'm quite invisible
I feel just thin air
The taunts me
That nobody me

I see the below me
I watch it spin
Does someone,
Out there me?

Sentenced to walk in
My life is down
I can't believe what they've to me

I'm riding a warhorse
A man a country