Luyện nghe bài hát Death To The Storm

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

It up high in the rafters
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 laughter
And sing out death, death to the

caught my rage 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 been battered, rusted,
Calling all the ill fated
Who bring death, to the storm

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

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

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

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

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

As women wade the parade
Cheering death, death to the