Luyện nghe bài hát Scornful of the Motives and Virtue of Others

Rest
This is
This is

Let this be my writ of
To a thankless of men
Who have nothing
the art of accusation

Woe is he that feels to pen
one word of hatred
I know the hate within with which I love is a travesty
Let this writ acknowledge facts

How I miss the of red blood
The color of pitch is cold and
And its merciless to the

How I miss the of red blood
Its to burn jet
And the might to a brutal scorching

How I have learned to this scorched, jet blood
To the gross
blood must not go to waste
All is not yet

Take these words of ill-tempered
these words and
Lut deep, lacerate the flesh
the brittle bone

And we all bleed together
May this pave the way to solution

We have all so wrong
to accept and approve of substandard
Communication and
Reason is

Hearts are
And the is murder
This age is bound
Likewise its aging

Aging, all the while,
Developing an even more insatiable thirst for
Life among hyenas and asps vultures
That pick at the of the fallen

And man will continue to suffer itself
Until stand to rally the fray by firm example

Chaos must to order
Lest these be numbered

I cannot contribute to
I simply relate

Let be my act of defiance
Let this be my to fit in
Let be my writ of anthropy