Luyện nghe bài hát Recipe For Hate...warhorse

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm riding a warhorse
A man a country