Luyện nghe bài hát Dip a Sail

Your boat is Apocalypse
Dip a
Those who the head
Bite tail, bite their tail
Maps are lost in hurricane of
Your clothes are frazzled, still you
With having your oppressed

Pour some wine into throat
Stuff your a little more
While your accumulates
The poor hundredfold

Your ship is Capitalism
down
It runs for dear on the wind
Of
Defective compass serves to your
But as sweat of sailors dries
hit the bottom and go ashore

Pour wine into your throat
your guts a little more
While avarice accumulates
The poor multiply

these oars never row
Dip a
Strike the masts, end the
To the

Make oars never row
Dip a
Strike the masts, end the
To the