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 written in water
I'm to walk this world alone

In a broken they made me
The sheep of the family
Worth less than zero, my
And room I.Q.

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

Talk me when my back is turned
Next time we meet, it 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 hard to
A walking but every time I run away
I just come back for

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

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

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

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

I'm riding a warhorse
A man a country