Luyện nghe bài hát Bullet The Blue Sky

In the howling wind comes a rain
See it driving nails into the souls on the of pain
From the a red orange glow
See the face of fear running scared in the valley

the blue sky
Bullet the sky
Bullet the
Bullet the

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

Bullet the sky
the blue sky
Bullet the
Bullet the

This guy up to me
His red like a rose on a thorn bush
Like all the colors of a flush
And he's peeling off dollar bills
Slappin' 'em down, one hundred, two

And I can see those planes
And I can see fighter planes
Across the mud huts where the children
Through the alleys of a city street

You take the staircase to the first
You turn the key and slowly the door
As a man into a saxophone
And through the walls you hear the city
it's America, outside it's America, America

Across the field, you see the sky open
See the rain the gaping wound
Pounding the women and
Who run into the of America