Luyện nghe bài hát Cold Day In Hell

If Moses had heard it
There been another commandment
Thou shalt not slaver on thine
all thine fat is in the fire

This isn't the melody that on
It's the malady that on
There's the devil to pay, he can keep the
I can't the thought of another cold day

I ain't got a Chinaman's chance in

Mass breathing, seething
Mass bleeding, mass seeding, debating
Mass is the cause of my problems
Gotta between suicide and genocide

been impaled by the sins of World War Two
Can't sleep for the skins of six million
I'd the Ku Klux Klan just to get the uniform
Or a night's sleep

All hell breaks

The jig is up, my is sealed
I'm at the gallows again
The inscription on my tombstone
Wish you were

I died every night for a thousand
The tearing of my flesh, the thud of my
The rhythmic crunch of
is my addiction

I spent a of Sundays in a cold day in Hell

When one man against the world
I shouldn't so much time to complain
I found there was a hole in my spiritual
I jumped from the astral plane

No escape from stone slimy walls
I built up trying to knock them down
warrant, death watch, death rattle, death's door
Ain't I enough before?

Deliver this treachery
Deliver from this
trying to make a man of me
I got the raw materials, see

I'm a killer a label and a blueprint
Of Babel and all of my dead, cards are on the
I meet my maker and I like what I see
Medusa is me

Blut und Boten are strictly
It's a case of mort sublite
But what I was the quickest solution
Turned out to be Satanic

All hell breaks
All hell loose

I spent a of Sundays in a cold day in Hell
I a month of Sundays in a cold day in Hell
I spent a month of in a cold day in Hell
I spent a of Sundays in a cold day in Hell