Luyện nghe bài hát Recipe For Hate...warhorse

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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