Luyện nghe bài hát The Tremor

Nothing hurts like the truth, a piece of perfidy, a behaviour,
lures, deserted like an empty corpse, an uneasy conscience.

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

The tremor of in the breeze.

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