Luyện nghe bài hát Dead Men (Don't Tell Tales)

With his chance at liberty
Prepared to his fate
Too late for
No longer death wait

The way things can change
In the of your demise
You thought in all you're years
Your truth could tell you

With the slightest of dignity
He left his world
his deathbed
Uncertain what he'll

A coward to his
A in his mind
Marching to the
To a war that has no

Trapped behind a wall of
No one can hear cries
You find your actions
To the one's that you

Do the of your boots
Have the of other men?
Or the dirt from the streets
Of the city you in?

Woah,

You left your to die
But they never seem to you
You'd love to me why
But dead men don't tales