Luyện nghe bài hát Gethsemane

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

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

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

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

And they broke your there in the marines
your head down in the latrines
Frozen in your sacrement, derailed in your
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, bent for leather
before 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 puts lead in your
get it seen to, it's going to be bad news
How did the perfect get so confused
O

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