Luyện nghe bài hát What Doesn't Die

First in last out
It's been picked clean to the
And so hard to remember
Like when we used to our kings
Crusading for
Under our the holy bleed
Crumbling under its own
if you relate

You, cannot
What die
up to my promise
My full realized

Death lives right your pocket
Take him out and have a
Go and piss your away
Another ugly waste of
And up above no one home
Why don't you your phone?

me to learn that poem
First in last out

You, kill
What die
up to my promise
My full potentional

You, cannot
What die
Live up to my
My potentional realized

A stream of consciousness flows a river of blood
Stem tide of violence
As it like a flood

A stream of consciousness flows a river of blood
Stem this tide of
As it like a flood

A stream of consciousness flows into a of blood
this tide of violence
As it rises like a

A stream of consciousness flows a river of blood
doesn't die
Stem this tide of
As it like a flood

A stream of consciousness into a river of blood
doesn't die
Stem this of violence
As it rises like a

You, cannot
doesn't die
Live up to my
My potentional realized

You, kill
doesn't die
Live up to my
My potentional realized