Luyện nghe bài hát Bury The Hatchet

Well, place your justice in my
And then I'll make a
And punch grimaced face
every knuckle breaks
And bleeds in resistance to my painting

A body twitching
And regaining consciousness and
composure before a bullet
In the mouth the questions of exposure

And God of Sunday facades
And pay to validate the time I served abroad
(We say it all means nothing)
If I forget why I'm
To serve and my fist over fist
under matter career

That's why this sounds kind of
he falls to his knees
With his hand on his
he begs you to please
(Spare his life)

Falls to his
(When he to his knees)
Falls to his
(With his hand on his throat while he you to please)

Oh, all of ask for change
(Change)
I explain the hardest of bodies
Dulls the softest of

I hold up his head and carve X's in his eyes
When I hold up his head and carve X's in his
And carve X's in his

I swear I compassion
I've just been trained to disregard the life
Because I am the prison

I swear I have
I've just been trained to the prisoner's life
I am the prison guard