Luyện nghe bài hát Recipe For Hate...warhorse

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

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

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

Talk about me when my back is
Next time we meet, it be to late
The memory burned in my ears of 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 come back for more

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

I'm quite invisible
I feel just thin air
The truth me
That nobody me

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

to walk in purgatory
My life is down
I can't believe they've done to me

I'm left riding a
A man without a