Luyện nghe bài hát The Land Of The Living

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

A smile is not a friednship and heart-felt words are cheap
are as shallow as a puddle in the street
Like the drops that you shed for the humble and the weak
As you float over their bodies to the promised land you
Where there is no one to ask you who you are or what done
You're a face a name with nothing to explain
Oh, the dead who walk among us, what they take they don't back
See their hollow smiling faces as ride upon the backs of the living
The land of the

Addition and subtraction is a cold and art
But there is no place for stock in matters of the heart
you are genuine or you are not
Inflated with self-righteousness, afloat the wind
But for all bloated virtues, I wouldn't give a sin
My is to those who are alive
who wear it on their sleeve, who do not run and do not hide
They begin with feet of on shifting sand
Foolish little monkeys playing in the land of the
The land of the