Luyện nghe bài hát Hymn (For America)

I've the heat in the city of angels
up on high and the worse for wear
I've seen the lights going down on
running loose, there's murder in the air

So this is

colder than death, working the streets
Love doesn't come cheap, so I how to steal
Religion for sale, buy my way into
Sell my soul for a trick, it's not a great deal

So this is

I remember her smile and her virgin
I her tears tearing me apart
I my hands, helpless and tied
As they led her I remember I cried

I've put my in the hands of a scream
Small and less with legends to be
But I carried a for the child forbidden
When the heat in, they crucified me

So is America

Dreams don't easy without any sleep
Laid wide eyed and weary on damned bed of nails
I hit the freeway and step on the
for the desert when madness prevails

So is America

God bless you, America, God you, America
God you, America, God bless you