Luyện nghe bài hát The Tremor

Nothing hurts the truth, a piece of perfidy, a deceitful behaviour,
women's lures, deserted like an empty corpse, an conscience.

in hell, he's puffed up with conceit,
there will come a day of retribution, they're just dreams,
cursed to crawl between and vain promises,
my bleeds.

The of leaves in the breeze.

You can't weigh up, does this road lead,
at whose door should the blame
The lie lay on his conscience.