Luyện nghe bài hát The Hound (of Blood And Rank)

Was it in the cold of that knife you
In the of the enduring?
'Cause when you that door
You knew, well now there'd be no

Or room to what we have lost
And to wait while the
As you, the of blood and rank
And boy, got another thing coming

Come on, come on, on
You've got a deal to
I thought you to
Come on and set me free,

I'll dig until we've made grave
Oh, you've a bad, bad boy
I could I call it out
And it in a sad, sad song, n-n-no, no, no

Why the I'm no brother
the wrong I need
Boy, we all an audience
you found the worst of me
You got thing

Hold 'em up against the
Now all of no use to you
God, time for the curing
Only you're in for that big
Surprise boy, this come to turning

No room to what you have lost
Ah, no wait you are the
Only you, hound of and rank
Who every ounce of what's coming

on, come on, come on
You've gotta it to me
I thought you to
on and set me free, yeah

I'll dig until we've made grave
Oh, been a bad, bad boy
I until I call it out
And it in a sad, sad song, n-n-no, no, no

Why the I'm no brother
the wrong I need
Boy, we all found an
you found the worst of me
You got thing

Come on, come on, on
You give it to me
I thought you to
on and set me free, yeah

I'll dig we've made your grave
Oh, you've a bad, bad boy
I until I call it out
And it in a sad, sad song, n-n-no, no, no

Why the I'm no brother
Youre the I need
Boy, we all an audience
While you the worst of me
You got thing

In the eye you've lied in
And in the dust we left you
If only words keep you hiding
And boy, cowards give up you, cowards up you

It's all on you, boy, all on you, boy
It's all on you, boy, all on you, boy
all on you, boy, it's all on you, boy
all on you, boy