Luyện nghe bài hát Gethsemane

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

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

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

Just down the river, into the and the smoke
Being daring with the staring, folk
Who laugh with you, laugh at you, you'll get the joke

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

And those bosses betrayed, let you go
The in your 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 bitter old men
They never saw the halo rise over the river
Of
Now there's a pain in your puts lead in your shoes
Better get it to, it's going to be bad news
How did the perfect world get so
O

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