Luyện nghe bài hát Recipe For Hate...warhorse

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

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

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

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

Dark on the horizon
Make it hard to
A walking mistake but every time I run
I just come for more

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

I'm feeling invisible
I feel just like air
The truth me
That nobody me

I see the below me
I it spin there
Does someone,
Out hear me?

Sentenced to in purgatory
My life is running
I believe what they've done to me

I'm left a warhorse
A man a country