Luyện nghe bài hát Bullets For The New-Born King

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

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

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

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

Swallow down voodoo 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 things done

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