Luyện nghe bài hát Cities And Years

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Tune voices to minor chords
This is the lowest ever been
we bend for the offering

We're a knee jerk response to the awe

We come to the bed
On display the duty of tour
Oh they picked up the
We tapped to the

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

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

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

So course is the
We're going back and
And back and
Grinding our bodies dust

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

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

I was in one piece
When tied me to the back of the car
But I met the road and slept
With thousands of miles the day I was born

Our shoes are to the sole
And our souls are skin and
If I'm but a stranger
Just move the severed pieces

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

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