Luyện nghe bài hát Slave To This

Oh, day, another way
Another life, another day, another of existence
Oh, fear, and filth, tender in hate
Slug and grab, and take away

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

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

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

through the pavement sprawl
Round the night supermarket, dirt locked lady
Who you in the chest
her all your money, Mr. Barefoot

All the year round, don't breathe on me
Oh and hi there, Zizi
(Night)

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

Into cold burger prance
Call me Chico, Chico from Puerto
of another cold handed sperm murder
Forever the crunch of makeup under

will you take me
When is all over?
Somewhere I don't have to
in the shadows

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

Throwing upon an of slob culture
and out, I'm scared for you
For me, for you, no
For me, I got so tired of reading about the anguish of
That I ended up being without and where you take me?

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

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

and tired
A day today of a of existence
And his name is
(You never known love)
(Till you've the love of God, that's right)

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

What a

And they shed a tear
For Jesus Christ when He died on the
And drove a spike in His side
And a crown of thorns on His head

a waste