Luyện nghe bài hát Bosnia

I like to state my vision,
was so unfair.
We live in our surroundings,
And die out there.

Bosnia, was so unkind,
Sarejevo, my mind.
And we all out in despair.
All the we need isn't there.
And we all sing in our rooms,
Sarejevo another tomb.

Sarejevo! Sarejevo! Sarejevo! Sarejevo!
Bosnia, was so unkind.
Sarejevo! Sarejevo! Sarejevo!
Bosnia, was so unkind.

Sure, things change
If we really wanted to.
No for children anymore,
are babies in their beds.
Terror in heads,
Love for the of life!

do the saints go marching in?
When do the saints go in?
When do the go marching in?
do the saints go marching in?

Rummmpatitum, Rummmpatilum,
Traboo, Traboo,