Luyện nghe bài hát Recipe For Hate...warhorse

Each day my shortcomings my pockets
My faults were letters carved in
As meaningful to you as words written in
I'm left to walk world alone

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

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

Talk about me when my is turned
Next we meet, it will be to late
The burned in my ears of what you said
And now got a recipe for hate, taste it

clouds on the horizon
Make it to breathe
A walking mistake but time I run away
I just back for more

The choice is clear, I can
And fall on my sword or light a
To see who runs or
And plays the confidence

I'm feeling quite
I feel just thin air
The truth me
That wants me

I see the earth me
I watch it spin
someone, somewhere
Out hear me?

Sentenced to in purgatory
My life is running
I can't what they've done to me

I'm left a warhorse
A man a country