Luyện nghe bài hát Recipe For Hate...warhorse

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

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

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

Talk about me when my back is
Next 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 clouds on the
it hard to breathe
A walking mistake but every 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 confidence

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

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

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

I'm left a warhorse
A man without a