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

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

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

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

I'll dig until made your grave
Oh, been a bad, bad boy
I could until I 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 another

Hold 'em up against the
Now all of no use to you
God, it's time for the
you're in for that big refuse
Surprise boy, this tide's come to

No room to mourn what you have
Ah, no you are the willing
Only you, hound of blood and
Who deserves every ounce of what's

Come on, on, come on
You've give it to me
I you wanted to
Come on and set me free,

I'll dig until we've made your
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 bother? I'm no
the wrong I need
Boy, we all an audience
While you the worst of me
You got thing

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

dig until 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 bother? I'm no
Youre the wrong I
Boy, we all found an
you found the worst of me
You got thing

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