Luyện nghe bài hát Conquistadors

feet dirt, hands touch the sky
we made hang from a line
we've as siblings die and pray we never will
sing work songs silently
of a thousand years
add a new verse
a tour bus passes now and then, glaring souls as black as
spirits maimed and crippled could understand this life
their is laughable, we are the wealthiest alive
the hotels crawling nearer
the hum of bulldozers grows
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 worth the price?
Plastic priests on "great"
with wicked grins
your treasure is a
no use in digging