Luyện nghe bài hát Death To The Storm

There's a song we used to
A kind of weary
broken tune from long ago
Some of us 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A man on orange crates
His meager go soft and warm
As women wade the parade
death, death to the storm

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

As wade the deep parade
death, death to the storm