Luyện nghe bài hát Ten Seconds In Los Angeles

How he knows every death
of them are crystal believers
They all under fate's icy breath
But turn their face to the seeming

Alarm to all the foul
Who feed off the disgust of the

All joined to make a scrap of a living
The eye all, the eye says so
Off the foul gasping breath of who are paying
He all and he says so

Behold, their defective bodies in
The creeps and whores, the wicker and
Amazement the faces in the rickety bleachers
They scream for of the modern horror

much as still the eyes of the happy
And burn us all away in the light
Only the one the awful end
A justified torturous

Of all their doings and black sins
in crystal visions
Slouched the clear seeing eye
He marks down each and he quivers
How he knows wretch's death
And none of them are believers

Slouched over the clear eye
He marks down each and he quivers
How he knows every wretch's
And none of them are believers