Luyện nghe bài hát The Story Of Mr.Cruel

You have a of bloodshed,
my
Just go
At the end of the
No gonna ask you why

Eagerly fear
your hands
Fever in the
What a gruesome
all the people die

Come on, on
a bomb, there ain't no
No time to
your private freak show

"Take my hand,
I'll you the way
To the land of hatred and
pray,
"Cruel" is the name they me"

Sit tight, see it in his
This game got no rules
Out of the place
This is the of Mr.Cruel

Sit tight, see it in his
This game got no rules
Out of the place
is the story of Mr.Cruel

Burning schools,
blowing up
In the of war
You're a born
Loser on a run

Thousand away,
justice in the
murderer
Politicians cry
Money saves the day

Come on, on
Choose a bomb, ain't no
No time to
It's your private freak

"Take my hand...

You have a of bloodshed,
my
go ahead
At the end of the
No one's ask you why

"Take my hand...