Luyện nghe bài hát The Land Of The Living

There are who are silent yes who talk all of the time
Their faces never really the way their quiet footsteps go
And when I them my mask is just the same
I put no trust in the and the lame
If you want to walk get up on your feet
And if you want to just open your mouth and speak
What is the ugly that you cherish in you heart
The truth you stand, that drives you from the land of the living
The land of the

A smile is not a friednship and heart-felt words are cheap
They are as shallow as a puddle in the
Like the tear drops you shed for the humble and the weak
As you over their bodies to the promised land you seek
Where there is no one to ask you who you are or what you've
You're a face without a name nothing to explain
Oh, the dead who walk among us, what they take they give back
See their hollow smiling faces as they ride the backs of the living
The land of the

and subtraction is a cold and sober art
But there is no place for taking in matters of the heart
Either you are or you are not
Inflated with self-righteousness, upon the wind
But for all your virtues, I wouldn't give a sin
My allegiance is to who are alive
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 of the living
The land of the