Luyện nghe bài hát Ashes In The Fall

A mass of hands on the market window
Ghosts of progress dressed in slow
on hunger and glaring through the promise
Upon the that rots slowly in the aisle

A mass of at the oasis
That hides the beneath the masters hill
Buried for drinking the water
While shackled to the line at the empty

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

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

to the fascist sing
Take hope here war is
You were chosen this is God's
Soon well be free of blot and
Seeds planted by our forefathers

A mass of begin to rupture
Like the pockets of the new kings
Like stomachs in Appalachia
the priests that fuck you
As they whisper holy

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

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

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

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

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

Ain't it how the factory's doors close
Round the time that the school doors
Round the time the doors of the jail cells
Open up to greet you the reaper

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

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

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

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