Luyện nghe bài hát Bullet The Blue Sky

And from these
And from these

In the howlin' comes the stingin' rain
You see it drivin' the nails the souls of the tree of pain
And from these fireflies, a red orange
You see the face of fear scared
In the valley below,

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In the locust wind, a rattle and hum
Where Jacob wrestled the and the angel was overcome
You plant a demon seed, you raise a flower of
You see burnin' crosses
You see the flames higher and

Bullet the sky
the blue sky
Bullet the
Bullet the

guy comes up to me
His red like a rose on a thorn bush
With all the colors of a royal
And he's peelin' off those bills
Slappin' them

One hundred, two
And I can see fighter planes
And I can see fighter planes
Across the mud huts where children
And through the alleys of a city street

You take the staircase to the floor
You turn the key and slowly the door
A man breathes a saxophone
And through the walls you the city groan
And outside it's and outside it's America

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Bullet the sky

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See the sky ripped open, rain coming down with vision of
People of the world as they run into the arms of
Of America, of America, of