Luyện nghe bài hát Dying Breed

I take a pint of
And open its lid
I drink the bottle
Just like my poor did

I take my family
My fate's the in me
No one grows old in household
We are a dying

I take a red and one
From my purse
I wash 'em down homemade wine
To see kicks in first

I take my family
My the blood in me
No one grows old in this
We are a breed

I another needle
Black powder and a
I set my sights on
And for the moon

I take my family
My the blood in me
No one grows old in this
We are a breed
No one grows old in this
We are a breed