Luyện nghe bài hát Bullet The Blue Sky

In the howling wind a stinging rain
See it driving nails the souls on the tree of pain
From the a red orange glow
See the face of running scared in the valley below

the blue sky
Bullet the sky
the blue
Bullet the

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

Bullet the sky
Bullet the sky
the blue
Bullet the

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

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

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

the field, you see the sky ripped open
See the rain the gaping wound
the women and children
Who run the arms of America