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,
through the walls of crumbling plaster.
Hunger gnaws, I can feel its claws but the pain of a bullet would much hotter in the spot light, mounted on the cannon of the tank the prowls.

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

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

Holy war, deliver me, my fear, I can not see.
My eyes are blind, my bodies lame, my families gone, in my god's name, 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 the stained glass window of a church on my street.
Once I sat on a now laying in the church yards playground.

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