Luyện nghe bài hát The Land Of The Living

There are those who are yes who talk all of the time
Their faces never really show the way their quiet go
And when I greet them my mask is just the
I put no trust in the and the lame
If you want to walk just get up on your
And if you want to talk just your mouth and speak
What is the ugly that you cherish in you heart
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 those heart-felt 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 their to the promised land you seek
there is no one to ask you who you are or what you've done
You're a face without a with nothing to explain
Oh, the dead who walk us, what they take they don't give back
See their smiling faces as they ride upon the backs of the living
The of the living

Addition and is a cold and sober art
But there is no 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 it on their sleeve, who do not run and do not hide
They with feet of clay on shifting sand
Foolish little monkeys playing in the land of the
The of the living