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 dulled by the
Absolved by spoons in and fear in time dissolving

not for the faint of pulse or anybody false
Those amateurs who simply shed skins
So where are traitors now, we once called patriots?
Just like those saints who seem to in their sins

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

The trumpet sound lamenting, down the blooms of the deceased
The double agent 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 tape
And then hung him from a window cord

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

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