Luyện nghe bài hát Slave To This

Oh, day, another way
Another life, another day, another life of
Oh, fear, threat and filth, tender in
and grab, trap and take away

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

smiles, narrow smiles
Drink up poison like a good little girl
Can't your coke and beat it you know

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

Pushing through the pavement
Round the late supermarket, dirt locked lady
Who hits you in the
Give her all money, Mr. Barefoot

All the year round, please breathe 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, from Puerto Rico
Guilty of cold handed sperm murder
the crunch of makeup under foot

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

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

Throwing upon an over-diet of culture
and out, I'm scared 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 will you take me?

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

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

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

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

a waste

And they never a tear
For Jesus Christ when He died on the
And they a spike in His side
And a crown of thorns on His head

a waste