Luyện nghe bài hát Dias grises (en inglés)

I feel hatred towards people when look at me
I feel angry at all when sigh
I'm of myself and if I am no longer sure
Of loving both the gets to 'harder
cut my veins to go to a better world
So find that light that I found me
Why ask pa 'fill a that nothing fills
Because I feel that blood no flows in my veins
Hatred and bitterness after living so much pain
I am a prisoner, of four chains
And I'm drowning hope in a valley of tears
I can not find the exit, I'm a stone
In my mind in an instant I see moments of my
Is my destiny? Death approaches
Every hour is
Find your hurts, find your soul
And for your loss, ruin
Watch steps each day
Because otherwise you'll fall into and lose the game
against wind and tide forever
Jura fight in the fight it bursts
She not exist. nothing to fight
Fear no more, you your fears
It is not easy to with it inside, which will
Distress is hidden somewhere and can not find
So many questions, there are so few
We the truth is that this company sucks
You who you were, who you are, who you will
Lucky you never had and will accompany
I'm of all this suffering end
I have a thorn that burns me
As a I am I will approach the vacuum
I know my soul will be relieved after this

(x2)
Gray days, because we all
Gray days, when we
Gray days, being embarrassed reaction
get up every day pa your own ending

Hanging by a thread my
I drag my when it goes wrong
I think it is a thing of
I am a rag doll in a machine
An drop slowly pierces my skull
The air is thick, liquid
Prone to drop immersed in a of mind, frenetic
It the tempo of my heart
Anxiety takes over my brings
Bad is my fucking infection
I dissected, no access to his will, my coerces
Evolves into the dark of my soul bare
I to be strong, that underlying fissures
am the gore of contemporary rap
This street poetry flows impregnated
I offer life ensucio substitutes
Subliminal damage as fetuses in
I turn to the sun, I am in crucible
Cométela my whole shit, rap
Reality is cruel, is at times
is a bad day and feel it will end badly

(x2)
Gray days, we all cloudy
Gray days, when we
Gray days, being embarrassed environmental
get up every day pa make own ending

Now I feel alone in a dark
Everything is much but I dissimulation
In front of anybody, you know? I am a soul
I wandered the streets in of some dinner
Now I repent dead and buried
Because I'm a mirror but on the other side
I still feel useless and more ignored
I like an animal, I hope in locked cages
Now there is no turning back, no one me shouting
That day, on that bridge last I did was sigh
Pact with Satan in for peace and tranquility
I'm in oblivion and no one remember

If it is Abram, the Porta. Alicante, Barcelona, La mission are gray