Luyện nghe bài hát Gethsemane

Among the headstones you played as
Crypts and tombs like a of toys
Just up the river from the smoke and the

And there's war-whoops and signs in the trees
smells coming up on the breeze
O perfect endless like these
O

on the Cadie, pushbike on the quay
In your eyes there's fire, in hand destiny
'O be something, be fine!'

Just down the river, into the noise and the
Being daring with the staring, uncaring
Who with you, laugh at you, you'll never get the joke

And they broke your there in the marines
Flushed your head down in the
in your sacrement, derailed in your teens
Never saw the

And bosses betrayed, soon let you go
The fire in your eyes, how could they
'O be something, be fine!'

Now you've got your own boys, hell bent for
Dead they're 18, or bitter old men forever
They never saw the halo moon rise over the
Of
Now there's a pain in your head lead in your shoes
Better get it seen to, it's to be bad news
How did the perfect get so confused
O

Who sucked out the freedom, without end
Under the of it all you must bend
'O be something, be fine!'