Letras:
Third Day Sound Of Voice

thing Than to listen to the sound of your voice When I hear your song I want to sing along And listen to the sound of your voice The sound of your voice

thing Than to listen to the sound of your voice When I hear your song I want to sing along And listen to the sound of your voice The sound of your voice

a long way in time... It was my thirteenth year on a cold winter's day, as I walked through the enchanted forest, I heard the sound of horses and men

they try to do, My judgment day is everyday, Fuck what they say, And make 'em pay, Grab your H.K., and dragon slay, And make a day, Would you rather ride

'm hungry for" I put my head in my hands and scream "I don't know who you are anymore!" The voice on the speaker says "I don't have all day!" I said, "

the same style, RZA trainable, jump the turnstyle On the alley, tried to challenge God for the new vials Especially that, aluminum bat in the act Relax, lay back, sell a grenade a day

and grey. I'm never gonna stop having good old days. I remember the day I broke up with you, I can still hear the sound of your voice when you said I

last 'Cause somebody one day onto them leave you left Deep in the ground, your last tour date in a casket With quadro sounds Who sets the standards

so rocky-eyed, Blue and white normally, but strange ringed like that in black. It doesn't get much better, your voice can get just ripped up shouting