Luyện nghe bài hát Serpent Saints

Money, and constant fear
The smell of is everywhere
Its got you frozen in track
And over on your back

But you know me, inside
And you know me, godless and
You know me, to his own
But they just won't leave you

Sons of the morning, of the world
angels of the herd
Part of the system, no way we
We are serpent

The little bit of you that got

Reason but for a while
Kill it's going out of style
And with a price her head
mother starts to look like bread

Sons of the morning, absurd
Black of the herd
Part of the system, no way we
We are saints

the lost tribes, I was buried alive
In the age of disgrace, waiting to be
With in the blood, you will never see the day
Rise from the grave, you saints
I'm the bit of you that got

With the world at feet
Control, alternate,
And when it's to thin the herd
Make ten to the word

Sons of the morning, godless
Black angels of the
of the system, no way we ain't
We are saints

Sons of the morning, of the world
Black of the herd
Part of the system, no, we ain't
We are serpent

and dying
We are serpent
Cheating and
We are saints

and crying
We are saints
no denying
We are serpent