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 was dulled by the grains
by spoons in flames and fear in time dissolving

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

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

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

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

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