Luyện nghe bài hát Slave To This

Oh, day, another way
Another life, another day, another of existence
Oh, fear, and filth, tender in hate
Slug and grab, trap and take

track, meat rack and ruin
Boarded up and beaten up, roaming the
Have no for a life, a limb, a love
Whose love are you

Mother smiles, smiles
up your poison like a good little girl
Can't have your coke and it you know

Sick of seeing you bruised and out
Ugly and low, so and tired of
Being sick and of being used and abused
That's
(That's right, that's right, that's right, that's right, right)

Pushing through the sprawl
Round the night supermarket, dirt locked lady
Who hits you in the
Give her all your money, Mr.

All the year round, please don't on me
Oh and hi there, Zizi
(Night)

Still sticky you, still sticky from me
(I voices)
Still sticky from you, still from me
Smack,

Into cold burger prance
Call me Chico, Chico from Puerto
Guilty of another cold handed sperm
Forever the crunch of makeup foot

Where will you me
When this is all
where I don't have to
Shiver in the

So sick and tired of being used and
you set up go to work
Floating the ash
In the Pot caf
(That's right, right, that's right, that's right, that's right)

Throwing upon an of slob culture
Overdose and out, I'm for you
For me, for you, no
For me, I got so tired of reading about the anguish of
That I ended up being without and where you take me?

Where will you me?
Away from this to be
(Or not to be)
Pull up the sign in your eyes
I've seen it and I don't it
I've it and I don't like it

I'm sick and of being sick and tired
Of being and abused
Hey, is this the last in Sodom?
(That's right, that's right, right)

and tired
A day of a life of existence
And his is Jesus
(You have known love)
(Till you've the love of God, that's right)

God may find a way
Where there is no way, right
Is this the last night in
(You have known love)
(Till you've the love of God, that's right)

a waste

And they never a tear
For Christ when He died on the Cross
And they drove a in His side
And hammered a crown of thorns on His

a waste