Luyện nghe bài hát Holy War

Death hue falling on the faces of the lost children as the mortar fire broke in.
Nights cold, through the cracks,
Breaking through the walls of plaster.
Hunger gnaws, I can feel its claws but the pain of a bullet would burn much hotter in the spot light, on the cannon of the tank the prowls.

war, deliver me, rest my fear, I can not see.

Nameless, but I know the faces of the kids I in Jezebel's lair with.
Thoughtless breaking my tween the mine fields flowers and gullies with daises.
Some times I can find some rations that a let fall when the wind of life left him.
Some times I can a gun or a pistol or a knife to use.

Holy war, me, rest my fear, I can not see.
My eyes are blind, my lame, my families gone, in my god's name, Holy Wars.

Nameless, faceless, but a tear or a dollar buy my justice.
Fearless, clothed less then a war child should sleep or focus.
Once I watched as a cannon slot fell through the glass window of a church on my street.
Once I sat on a steeple now laying in the yards playground.

war, deliver me, rest my fear, I can not see.
My eyes are blind, my lame, my families gone, in my god's name, Holy Wars.