Luyện nghe bài hát Recipe For Hate...warhorse

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm feeling quite
I feel like thin air
The taunts me
That nobody me

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

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

I'm riding a warhorse
A man a country