Luyện nghe bài hát Bullets For The New-Born King

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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 as the pain was dulled by the grains
Absolved by spoons in and fear in time dissolving

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

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

The trumpet sound lamenting, down the blooms of the deceased
The agent girl and the fallen priest were heading for the border
Somewhere in the high command, there the palest hand
That saw the countermand, erased a tape recorder
And they hung him from a window cord

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

Oh, my eyes were filled tears that were stinging
our assassin's work was done
The and hands were only there for the wringing
And we were bullets for the new-born king