Luyện nghe bài hát Death To The Storm

There's a song we used to
A kind of blues
Some broken tune long ago
of us still like to use

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

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

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

I've my rage in the making
Alive in my hand
But it the rod to breaking
And I'm a hungry, hungry man

The is so underrated
been battered, rusted, whored
Calling all the great ill
Who bring death, to the storm

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

We call upon the great ill
Who death, death to the storm

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

A man waits on crates
His meager eyes go and warm
As women wade the parade
Cheering death, death to the

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

As women wade the deep
death, death to the storm