Luyện nghe bài hát Slave To This

Oh, day, another way
Another life, another day, another life of
Oh, fear, threat and filth, in hate
and grab, trap and take away

Another track, meat rack and
Boarded up and beaten up, the streets
no respect for a life, a limb, a love
Whose are you anyway?

smiles, narrow smiles
Drink up poison like a good little girl
Can't have your coke and it you know

Sick of seeing you bruised and out
Ugly and low, so sick and of
Being sick and tired of used and abused
right
(That's right, right, that's right, that's right, that's right)

Pushing through the pavement
Round the late night supermarket, dirt lady
Who hits you in the
Give her all your money, Mr.

All the year round, please breathe on me
Oh and hi there, Jean
(Night)

Still sticky you, still sticky from me
(I voices)
Still sticky from you, still sticky me
Smack,

Into grease burger prance
me Chico, Chico from Puerto Rico
Guilty of cold handed sperm murder
the crunch of makeup under foot

Where will you me
this is all over?
Somewhere where I have to
in the shadows

So sick and tired of being and abused
you set up go to work
Floating the ash
In the Pot caf
(That's right, that's right, that's right, that's right, right)

Throwing upon an over-diet of slob
Overdose and out, I'm for you
For me, for you, no
For me, I got so tired of reading about the anguish of
That I up being without and where will you take me?

Where you take me?
from this hell to be
(Or not to be)
Pull up the vacancy sign in eyes
I've seen it and I like it
I've it and I don't like it

I'm sick and tired of being sick and
Of being used and
Hey, is this the night in Sodom?
(That's right, right, that's right)

Sick and
A day today of a life of
And his is Jesus
(You have never love)
(Till you've known the of God, that's right)

God may find a way
Where there is no way, that's
Is this the last night in
(You have known love)
(Till you've known the love of God, right)

What a

And never shed a tear
For Jesus when He died on the Cross
And they drove a in His side
And hammered a crown of thorns on His

a waste