Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Rites

Shot down in blood
Cold blood in the
Bullets of anger, of pain
Killed reason
without cause
Now is the season, the season of

the darkness
Welcome the
for your soul
Pray the Last

Murdered for ransom of vengance and
Dreams to fulfill, but now it's too
and madness
Confusion and
The past is forgotten, the is clear...

a place, not far from here, where the dead sing out in fear
Take my hand, lead the way
Hell has time for who stray
Now it's for you to know
'Cause you've got nothing, not a left to show
Choose your o'er yonder hill, you know the one
Live in darkness all life
see the Son

Pray for your Rites