Luyện nghe bài hát Rights To Your Soul

Walking on a summer day down in Warland
When we came a begging flower with dreadlocks in her hair
A younger girl, cyanotic too
She shoots us back a look, keep pity to yourself
she turns away so violently and fixes up again
Life-stealing chill digging her

Why have you turned out way?
Have all those shots got you running so far away?

Because it owns, owns the rights to soul
Numb like a mortician, funeral parlor
beneath the rot lies a rose
Before the poison stream stole the to your soul
Rights to your soul, rights to soul

I throw some cash and pity in her can
Knowing full well that the is earmarked for a bad plan
kindness to a fault, I guess
She half smiles, half cries, catch pity in my eyes
Then she looks away within a hurry for her cry
Christ, she on her last leg

Why you turned out this way?
Have all those hot shots got you running so far

Because it owns, owns the to your soul
like a mortician, funeral parlor cold
Somewhere beneath the rot a rose
the poison stream stole the rights to your soul
Rights to soul, rights to your soul

How do you young life to a dragon?
How about kicking your loose for a ride on the wagon?

Why you turned out this way?
all those hot shots got you running so far away?

Because it owns, owns the rights to your
Numb like a mortician, funeral cold
beneath the rot lies a rose
Before the poison stole the rights to your soul
Rights to your soul, rights to your

Owns, the rights to your soul
Numb like a mortician, funeral cold
I remember such a little
Before the stole the rights to your soul
Rights to your soul, rights to soul