Luyện nghe bài hát Death To The Storm

There's a song we to know
A kind of blues
Some broken from long ago
Some of us like to use

It hangs up high in the
Like it has no form
Keep it all hid like
And sing out death, death to the

to the storm
Death to the
to the storm
Death to the

We keep it all hid like
And sing out death, death to the

I've caught my in the making
Alive in my hand
But it bent the rod to
And still I'm a hungry, man

The trouble is so
I've battered, rusted, whored
Calling all the ill fated
Who death, death to the storm

to the storm
Death to the
Death to the
to the storm

We call upon the ill fated
Who bring death, death to the

A line of cars is westbound
A river just begun
The tramps are huddled in best now
a funeral in the sun

A man waits on crates
His meager eyes go soft and
As wade the deep parade
death, death to the storm

Death to the
to the storm
Death to the
to the storm

As women wade the parade
Cheering death, to the storm