Luyện nghe bài hát Recipe For Hate...warhorse

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

In a broken mold they me
The black sheep of the
Worth less than zero, my
And temperature I.Q.

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

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

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

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

I'm feeling quite
I feel just thin air
The taunts me
nobody wants me

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

to walk in purgatory
My is running down
I can't believe what done to me

I'm left a warhorse
A man a country