Luyện nghe bài hát Antebellum

We fell asleep in arms that our teeth
And sold them off to
Now we sell ourselves

Only time will if stories like these will share the same fate

Regiments of disconnects in a moronic gentleman's war
With their eyes, their eyes blindfolded they
The battlefields are colored the ignominy stained creed
With their eyes, their blindfolded
rise into this world

Kneeling and trembling him

We fell asleep in arms fondled our teeth
And them off to thieves
Now we ourselves around

Waiting on
Fed to us a plastic spoon

the scraps, of the misquoted and deceased
With word spoken today
Make what you will and
A typical nurtured, over many moons passed

Regiments of disconnects emerge in a gentleman's war
With their eyes, their eyes they rise
The battlefields are colored with the ignominy creed
With their eyes, eyes blindfolded
They rise into world

the drought-worn hillside
A figure appears as the cumulus us darkens
We look up to our fears
And by the rise of his all powerful hand, he sets and proclaims:

"Follow me or be crushed to the depths of mannered simpletons.
You have nowhere to hide, bow me."

The regiments morale
As stare at me I yell:
"As we may our blood that spills
Be not taken in vain, giving us continuance."

And as he slaughtered all one by one
I from a distance
Waiting for the to raise my hand
"No more, will I be your manipulation."

I thrust
With my perceptive
Gathering all my
shalt now disappear
Bruised and
Severed in hand
The archetype has
Well never

We fell asleep in arms that our teeth
And them off to thieves
Now we ourselves around

on knowledge
Fed to us a plastic spoon; with a plastic spoon

Regiments of
With their eyes, eyes blindfolded they rise
Battlefields with creeds
Their eyes, their blindfolded
They into this world