Luyện nghe bài hát Yellow Brittle

You your style
to make inch a mile
It's a pit the truth died
But you never held that

Excusing
How do you at night
Hold on all your might

a golden smile plastered on your lips

Now can't hide you
The mirror looks you
No you spoke too soon
Now we see all the hate you

you stand idly by
And watch the truth die
In a that's built on lies

You'll be a better brand of shit

Yellow, Brittle! (Hand me my gun son)
Yellow, Brittle! (It's time to strong)
Yellow, Brittle! (Disguising faces)
Yellow, Brittle! (Hide disgrace)

Six olds sucking cock
It makes your stomach
It's a pity you don't give a
the guilty run the show

Will you stand by
And the truth just die
In a that's built on lies

Where was jesus when you fucked that girl?
Two-faced in a double standard world!

The change in
The coming
made mistakes
An innocence is