Luyện nghe bài hát Slave To This

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

Another track, meat and ruin
Boarded up and beaten up, roaming the
Have no respect for a life, a limb, a
love are you anyway?

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

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

Pushing the pavement sprawl
Round the late night supermarket, locked lady
Who hits you in the
her all your money, Mr. Barefoot

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

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

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

Where will you me
When this is all
Somewhere where I have to
in the shadows

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

Throwing an over-diet 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 up being without and where will you take me?

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

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

Sick and
A day today of a life of
And his name is
(You never known love)
(Till you've known the of God, that's right)

God may find a way
Where there is no way, that's
Is this the last in Sodom?
(You never known love)
(Till you've known the love of God, right)

a waste

And never shed a tear
For Jesus when He died on the Cross
And drove a spike in His side
And a crown of thorns on His head

a waste