Luyện nghe bài hát Holy War

Death hue falling on the faces of the streets children as the mortar fire broke in.
Nights cold, through the cracks,
Breaking through the of crumbling plaster.
Hunger gnaws, I can feel its claws but the pain of a bullet would burn hotter in the spot light, mounted 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 sleep in lair with.
Thoughtless breaking my tween the mine fields flowers and gullies with daises.
Some times I can find some rations that a solider let fall when the of life left him.
Some times I can a gun or a pistol or a knife to use.

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

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