Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Rites

Shot down in cold
Cold in the rain
of anger, bullets of pain
Killed reason
without cause
Now is the season, the of loss

the darkness
Welcome the
for your soul
Pray the Last

Murdered for of vengance and hate
Dreams to fulfill, but now too late
and madness
Confusion and
The is forgotten, the future is clear...

There's a place, not far here, where the dead sing out in fear
Take my hand, I'll the way
Hell has for those who stray
Now time for you to know
'Cause you've got nothing, not a reason to show
Choose your path yonder hill, you know the one
in darkness all your life
see the Son

Pray for your Last