Luyện nghe bài hát Remorse Is For The Dead

The dirty Lord of the manor surveys his filthy
Too many raising hell, worked a little all too well
Constructed a to denial and excess
Sunk so low, crawled so far back nowhere left to regress

If these walls could talk, they tell a horror story
winter, violence and infidelity
Shadows fall through panes
Careless words are filled with hate
Just enough to keep it together, never enough to it work

All the tongues are forked
We are a hailstorm of broken glass, follow the path of least
A stinking pile of sick

Pile it higher and
the match, start the fire
Level place until nothing's left,
And take us it

are irate
Crack of dawn brings naught but
steadily grows, laughing in the gallows
Full throttle determined to fail, pedal to the asleep at the wheel
We are the lucky ones, home

Pile it and higher
Light the match, start the
Level this place nothing's left,
And us with it

Poisoned nerves and antidote
Violence is not and aberration, it's a rule dying the pale
beatings will continue until' my morale improves
I don't hate you, I'm just an enemy
is for the dead

I'm just removing an
is for the dead, my enemy
Remorse is for the dead, for dead, for dead, for