Luyện nghe bài hát Holy War

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

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

Nameless, but I know the faces of the kids I sleep in lair with.
Thoughtless breaking my bread the mine fields flowers and gullies with daises.
Some times I can find some rations that a solider let fall when the wind of life him.
Some I can find 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 bodies lame, my families gone, in my name, Holy Wars.

Nameless, faceless, but a tear or a won't buy my justice.
Fearless, clothed less a war torn child should sleep or focus.
Once I as a cannon slot fell through the stained glass window of a church on my street.
Once I sat on a steeple now laying in the church playground.

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