Luyện nghe bài hát The Land Of The Living

There are those who are silent yes who all of the time
Their faces never really show the way their quiet go
And I greet them my mask is just the same
I put no in the crooked and the lame
If you want to walk just get up on feet
And if you want to just open your mouth and speak
What is the ugly secret that you cherish in you
The truth you can't stand, that drives you the land of the living
The land of the

A smile is not a friednship and heart-felt words are cheap
are as shallow as a puddle in the street
Like the tear that you shed for the humble and the weak
As you float over bodies to the promised land you seek
Where there is no one to ask you who you are or what done
You're a face without a name with to explain
Oh, the dead who walk among us, what they they don't give back
See their hollow smiling as they ride upon the backs of the living
The land of the

and subtraction is a cold and sober art
But is no place for taking stock in matters of the heart
Either you are or you are not
Inflated self-righteousness, afloat upon the wind
But for all your bloated virtues, I wouldn't a sin
My allegiance is to those who are
Those who wear it on sleeve, who do not run and do not hide
They with feet of clay on shifting sand
Foolish monkeys playing in the land of the living
The land of the