Luyện nghe bài hát Recipe For Hate...warhorse

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

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

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

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

Dark clouds on the
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 feeling invisible
I feel just thin air
The taunts me
That nobody me

I see the below 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 riding a warhorse
A man without a