Luyện nghe bài hát Here We Go Again

I knew a pony
Whose name was
He in the winter of a happy revolution
There were marches
Over his dead
were crying and begging for mercy
One
Here we go
Two
Here we go
We're all be history

Here we go
She's and turning, our American Sister
full of arrows and paperback bibles
Like a boxing
She in the ashes
The voice of Martin
Through the flashes
One
we go again
Two
Here we go
We're all be history

Here we go
Oh here we go
Black in the fields again
But tell me where is the train?
It's been a long coming
I once a pony
was religion
Head full of and misguided morals
He was blinded from
Worn out and
But he'll give in, no
the day he stops breathing
Devil in the and the clock strikes nine
His words are in a voice sublime
Apocalypse and misery now
you do is going to work anyhow boy
One
Here we go
Two
we go again
We're all be history

HERE WE GO
I once a pony
name was Survival
He died in the winter of a revolution
There were marches
Over his body
Children were crying and for mercy
One
we go again
Two
Here we go
We're all be history

Here we go
She's turning and turning, our Sister
Hands of arrows and paperback bibles
Like a boxing
She stands in the
The voice of Luther
the radio flashes
One
Here we go
Two
Here we go
We're all gonna be

Here we go
Oh we go again
Black in the fields again
But tell me where is the train?
It's been a long time
I knew a pony
Name was
Head of hatred and misguided morals
He was blinded reading
Worn out and
But he'll give in, no
Till the day he breathing
Devil in the kitchen and the strikes nine
His words are in a voice sublime
then and misery now
Nothing you do is going to work boy
One
Here we go
Two
we go again
We're all gonna be
WE GO AGAIN
I knew a pony
name was Survival
He died in the winter of a revolution
were militant marches
Over his dead
Children were and begging for mercy
One
we go again
Two
Here we go
We're all gonna be

Here we go
She's turning and turning, our Sister
Hands of arrows and paperback bibles
Like a boxing
She in the ashes
The of Martin Luther
the radio flashes
One
Here we go
Two
we go again
We're all be history

Here we go
Oh here we go
Black snow in the fields
But me where is the friendship train?
It's a long time coming
I knew a pony
was religion
Head full of and misguided morals
He was from reading
Worn out and
But he'll give in, no
the day he stops breathing
Devil in the and the clock strikes nine
His words are in a voice sublime
then and misery now
Nothing you do is going to anyhow boy
One
we go again
Two
Here we go
We're all be history

Here we go