Luyện nghe bài hát Demoncrats

I am not he, nor master, nor
No crown to wear, no cross to bear in
I am not he, nor shall be, warlord of
heroes have run before me, now dead upon the flesh piles, see?
Waiting for their promised resurrection, is none
Nothing but the marker, crown or
In stone these graves
of the ribbon was all it took
Where only the strap would leave it's mark upon these
What to thrust into this flesh, rag, bandage,
Mop in flowing death
Taken aside, they were pointed a way, for god, and country
Now in they lie
ran before these masters, children of sorrow
As slaves to that trilogy they had no
They believed in democracy, of speech
Yet dead on the flesh piles I hear no
I no hope, no whisper of faith
From those who have died for some others'
Out from your palaces, princes and
Out your churches, you clergy, you christs
neither live nor die for your dreams
I'll make no subscription to paradise