Luyện nghe bài hát Cities And Years

Play with the bow at the
Tune voices to minor chords
This is the lowest ever been
Until we bend for the

We're a knee jerk response to the awe

We come to the bed
On display the duty of tour
Oh they up the signals
We to the prisoners

Our sea were lost on the march
the graves to the cross
We brandish the plague of the middleman's
Sing the rats the gate

I was still in one
When they me to the back of the car
But I met the road and I've
With thousands of miles the day I was born

Our are milled to the sole
And our are skin and bones
If I'm but a still
Just move the pieces around

So is the world
We're going and forth
And and forth
Grinding our into dust

We'll never make it alive
We'll never it home alive
We'll never make it home
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All the girls by the line
All the by the enemy line

Woe, such woe
sight of him
Hold of him
him out

I was still in one
When they tied me to the of the car
But I met the road and slept
With thousands of miles since the day I was

Our are milled to the sole
And our are skin and bone
If I'm but a still
Just move the severed pieces

So is the world
We're going back and
And and forth
our bodies into dust

War come with us
War come us home
War come us home
War come with us