Luyện nghe bài hát Conquistadors

feet touch dirt, touch the sky
clothes we hang from a line
we've watched as siblings die and pray we never
sing these songs silently
melodies of a thousand
add a new verse
a tour bus passes now and then, glaring souls as black as
maimed and crippled could never understand this life
their sympathy is laughable, we are the wealthiest
the keep crawling nearer
the hum of grows louder
their work songs blaze bugles in our ears
the is ambition, an insatiable appetite
to put their flags up everywhere, to down and build again
can you hold ashes, tell yourself it was really worth the price?
priests on "great" missions
Conquistadors wicked grins
treasure is a myth
no use in digging