Luyện nghe bài hát Ashes In The Fall

A mass of hands press on the market
Ghosts of progress dressed in death
Feeding on hunger and through the promise
Upon the food rots slowly in the aisle

A of nameless at the oasis
That hides the graves beneath the hill
Buried for the rivers water
While shackled to the line at the well

This is the new
Just the old sound
Just like the noose
Over the new

is the new sound
Just like the old
like the noose wound
Over the new

Listen to the fascist
hope here war is elsewhere
You chosen this is God's land
Soon well be of blot and mixture
Seeds planted by our forefathers

A mass of promises to rupture
Like the pockets of the new world
Like stomachs in Appalachia
the priests that fuck you
As they whisper things

A mass of tears have transformed to now
Sharpened on suffering woven slings
Hope lies in the rubble of this fortress
Taking what tomorrow never brings

is the new sound
Just like the old
Just like the wound
new ground

This is the new
like the old sound
Just like the wound
Over the new

is the new sound
Just the old sound
like the noose wound
Over the new

the new sound
Just like the old
at the noose now
Over the, the
the burning ground

Ain't it funny how the doors close
Round the time that the doors close
the time that the doors of the jail cells
Open up to greet you like the

Ain't it how the factory's doors close
Round the time the school doors close
Round the time that a hundred thousand jail
Open up to greet you like the

This is the new
Just like the old
Just like the wound
Over the new

This is the new
Just like the old
Just like the wound
Over the new

Like in the fall
Like in the fall
ashes in the fall
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