Luyện nghe bài hát Recipe For Hate...warhorse

Each day my pick my pockets
My faults were carved in stone
As meaningful to you as written in water
I'm left to walk this world

In a mold they made me
The black of the family
Worth than zero, my opinion
And temperature I.Q.

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

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

Dark clouds on the
it hard to breathe
A walking but every time I run away
I just come back for

The is clear, I can quit
And fall on my sword or light a
To see who or stays
And the confidence game

I'm feeling quite
I feel just like air
The truth me
nobody wants me

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

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

I'm left a warhorse
A man a country