Luyện nghe bài hát Recipe For Hate...warhorse

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

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

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

Talk about me when my is turned
Next time we meet, it be to late
The memory 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 time I run away
I just come back for

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 quite invisible
I feel like thin air
The truth me
nobody wants me

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

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

I'm left a warhorse
A man without a