Luyện nghe bài hát Gethsemane

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

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

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

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

And they your spirit there in the marines
Flushed your head in the latrines
Frozen in your sacrement, in your teens
saw the enemy

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

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

Who sucked out the freedom, days end
the weight of it all you must bend
'O be something, be fine!'