Luyện nghe bài hát Bite The Hand

With a little faith, we could raise the
With a little hope, we could as planned
With a little faith, we could the land
With a little hope, we move as planned

Farm the up, feed the famine down
our nose to the grindstone
Ear to the ground, a steady job
Build a happy

Farm a crop then depose the throne
We could irrigate quenching lake
Make a fertile place, thus the spake

Spill the up
the silk might as well, stop, boo
Hooing over all that milk
trap, screaming eye

Seething lip, stop
Why butter mountains here? Better motivate, its late
Assassinate the grain, co, co, co, co,
Before a global war, wed bridge the ocean

like an open wound that
Forever bleeds just like an plain
In scattered seeds or the man
all he reads, he begs, he pleads