Luyện nghe bài hát Holy War

Death hue falling on the of the streets lost children as the mortar fire broke in.
cold, slipping through the cracks,
Breaking through the of crumbling plaster.
Hunger gnaws, I can feel its claws but the pain of a would burn 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 kids I sleep in lair with.
Thoughtless breaking my bread tween the mine fields flowers and gullies daises.
Some times I can find some rations that a solider let 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 lame, my families gone, in my god's name, Holy Wars.

Nameless, faceless, but a or a dollar won't buy my justice.
Fearless, clothed then a war torn 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 in the church yards playground.

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.