Luyện nghe bài hát Bullet The Blue Sky

And from these
And from these

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

Bullet the sky
Bullet the sky
the blue
Bullet the

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

the blue sky
Bullet the sky
the blue
Bullet the

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

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

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

Bullet the sky
Bullet the sky
Bullet the sky
the blue sky

Bullet the
the blue
Bullet the sky
Bullet the sky
the blue sky
Bullet the sky

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