Luyện nghe bài hát Yellow Brittle

You compromise style
to make inch a mile
a pit the truth just died
But you never held dear

Excusing
How do you sleep at
Hold on all your might

With a golden plastered on your lips

Now Jesus hide you
The mirror looks you
No you spoke too soon
Now we see all the you hide

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

You'll be eating a 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 year olds sucking
It makes your stomach
It's a pity you don't give a
While the guilty run the

Will you stand by
And watch the truth die
In a nation that's on lies

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

The in form
The coming
Nature's mistakes
An innocence is