Luyện nghe bài hát Gethsemane

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

And war-whoops and secret signs in the trees
Estuary smells coming up on the
O perfect days like these
O

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

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

And they broke your spirit in the marines
your head down in the latrines
Frozen in your sacrement, in your teens
Never saw the

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

Now got your own boys, hell bent for leather
Dead before they're 18, or old men forever
They never saw the moon rise over the river
Of
Now there's a pain in your puts 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
the weight of it all you must bend
'O be something, be fine!'