Luyện nghe bài hát 18 Soldiers

Eighteen soldiers, days away
in silence, lying awake
Ragged tirades are dead at the
Raging but nobody pays

We got but time
Overacting out in times
When the rain coming down
The for absolution is dry

Eighteen visit the graves
in violence, resigned to their fate
Fallen idols are cracked at the
silence alone in their place

Retaliation is
With losses of life
And the stains of are bold
And beneath the divide

We're caught up in it, we forget it
Forget losses and don't regret it