Luyện nghe bài hát Dias grises (english)

I feel hatred people when people look at me
I feel angry at all people sigh
I'm of myself and if I am no longer sure
Of both the weather gets to 'harder
I'll cut my to go to a better world
So find that that I found within me
Why ask pa a void that nothing fills
I feel that blood no longer flows in my veins
Hatred and flows after living so much pain
I am a prisoner, slave of four
And I'm lost 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
hour is closer
Find hurts, find your soul angry
And for loss, your ruin
your steps each day
Because otherwise you'll fall oblivion and lose the game
Fight wind and tide forever
Jura fight in the until it bursts
She does not exist. nothing to
Fear no more, you face fears
It is not easy to live it inside, which will
is that hidden somewhere and can not find
So questions, there are so few answers
We hide the truth is this company sucks
You know who you were, who you are, who you
Lucky you never had and never will
I'm sick of all this end
I have a thorn that me inside
As a coward I am I will approach the
I know my soul be relieved after this suicide

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

Hanging by a my stability
I drag my body when it goes
I think it is a thing of
I am a rag doll in a washing
An drop slowly pierces my skull
The air is thick, almost
Prone to drop in a shock of mind, frenetic
It marks the of my heart
Anxiety over my situation brings
Bad luck is my fuc***
I dissected, no access to his will, my coerces
Evolves into the dark of my soul bare
I to be strong, that underlying fissures
Neruda am the of contemporary rap
This street poetry flows impregnated
I offer what ensucio substitutes
Subliminal as fetuses in formaldehyde
I to the sun, I am glad in crucible
Cométela my whole shit, rap
Reality is cruel, is at times
Today is a bad day and feel it will end

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

Now I feel in a dark place
Everything is harder but I dissimulation
In front of anybody, you know? I am a soul
I the streets in search of some dinner
Now I repent from dead and
I'm like a mirror but on the other side
Where I still useless and more ignored
I feel like an animal, I in locked cages
Now there is no turning back, no one me shouting
That day, on bridge last thing I did was sigh
Pact with Satan in exchange for and tranquility
I'm in oblivion and no one will

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