Luyện nghe bài hát Cry To Heaven

I found a black beret on the street
It was in the gutter all torn
There's a white flying on a tall building
But the kids just the storm

Their dirty pressed on the windows
Shattered glass before eyes
There's a mad dog barking in a out subway
Where the sniper at night

No birthday songs to again
bricks and stones to give them
Wrap them up in your flags
And let cry to Heaven

No birthday songs to again
Just bricks and stones to give
Wrap them up in your father's
And let cry to Heaven

There are many graves by a cold
As the where your babies are born
And your rag doll sits with a permanent
But the kids watch the storm

I saw a black cat a white mouse
Until he killed it with his
Seems a lot of countries do the thing
they go to war

No songs to sing again
Just bricks and stones to them
Wrap them up in your flags
And let them cry to

Ohh, no songs to sing again
Just bricks and stones to them
Ohh, wrap them up in father's flags
And let them cry to

Let cry to Heaven
Let cry to Heaven
Let cry to Heaven