Luyện nghe bài hát Strings Of Change

Some off the land
Some grow tired of the old gas
And some to strangers along the way
Some holy tramp on a desert

Some pour a and drown
Some long haired swarms the crowd
Some give birth to their fiends
I'm staring at the of change

And some throw religion
Some the nails of the hands that pay
will give to get in return
Strangled sex with their

pour a drink and drown
Some long haired innocent the crowd
Some give birth to mother's fiends
I'm staring at the strings of

I'm staring at the of change
Staring at the of change