Luyện nghe bài hát The Land Of The Living

There are those who are silent yes who talk all of the
faces never really show the way their quiet footsteps go
And when I greet them my mask is the same
I put no trust in the crooked and the
If you to walk just get up on your 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 from the land of the
The land of the

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

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