Luyện nghe bài hát Ending the Perpetual Tragedy

Hear my words I might teach you
Take my arms that I might you
That I might
for your throat

This is
we not be satisfied
Until we sit drenched in other's blood?

The shame of only two options
A of life, of a dead man
This is why the wives, the mothers, and children are

Love, as vital to life as blood to
Conquers
Lest death intrudes by of it's
emissary, man

On this day, saints will be
There be no victors, only bereaved
is why we morn

Leaving the world blind, eye eye

Disease inhabits the
Famine feeds our
is predisposed to die
Death no aide

We blood to where we rest
And still we are not

And we will live such in perpetuity

Her loved one is
His loved one is
My loved one is
loved one is dead

This is a