Luyện nghe bài hát British Air Rage

Tell me psalms and Ill tell you mine
Manic preachers, slippery road to
Boat with no sail, people off the rails
An angel's on your and it's too dark

Brutality, is now a reality
Oppression, suppression is occupation
Tolerance, boast they have got
We are aware have not

Without us it would be total
says you will be fed
Gold is holding an internal glow
Red is gonna run like Jordan

now
These words, now

The of man can see
The mind for eye be
Red and seen
To really know it mean

Eyelids back, behind my eyes
Feeling bitter, as he wails
Emotional, trying to stay on the
An on harp, who's too sharp

has no productions
Only slavery and
Rasta going to cramp them and them
Devils for the