Luyện nghe bài hát Bullets For The New-Born King

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No one in this place for motive or any hope
But for the dead shot of an amber glass, the blue light of a
obscured the window 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
amateurs who simply shed their skins
So are those traitors now, we once called patriots?
Just like those saints who to revel in their sins

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

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

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

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