Luyện nghe bài hát Conquistadors

feet dirt, hands touch the sky
we made hang from a line
we've watched as siblings die and pray we never
sing these songs silently
of a thousand years
add a new everyday
a tour bus passes now and then, glaring as black as night
spirits maimed and crippled could understand this life
sympathy is laughable, we are the wealthiest alive
the hotels crawling nearer
the hum of bulldozers louder
their work songs like bugles in our ears
the is ambition, an insatiable appetite
to put their flags up everywhere, to burn down and again
can you hold these ashes, tell yourself it was really the price?
priests on "great" missions
Conquistadors with grins
your treasure is a
no use in digging