Luyện nghe bài hát Bullets For The New-Born King

No one looks in place for motive or any hope
But for the shot of an amber glass, the blue light of a votive
Rain obscured the window as the pain was by the grains
Absolved by spoons in flames and fear in dissolving

It's not for the faint of or anybody false
Those who simply shed their skins
So where are those traitors now, we once called
Just like those saints who to revel in their sins

Oh, my were filled with tears that were stinging
After our work was done
The bells and hands only there for the wringing
And we were bullets for the new-born king

The trumpet sound lamenting, tramping down the of the deceased
The double agent girl and the fallen priest were heading for the
in the high command, there stayed the palest hand
That saw the order countermand, a tape recorder
And then hung him from a window cord

Swallow down that voodoo vial and your breath a while
Before we the tale that we have spun
And now I shall all that I have denied
Oh, I'm so for the things I've done

Oh, my eyes were filled with tears that were
After our assassin's work was
The bells and hands were there for the wringing
And we were bringing bullets for the new-born