Luyện nghe bài hát I Bury the Living

A outcast with no point of view
could I do?
Just servants
I carry out the vulgarian view
I glue
Do as I say or I you
Oh, no, no, no, no, no

You blame me
I'm just an soldier
would be no war if not for me
I'm a sweet little soldier
No, no, no, no, no
You blame me
I'm an innocent soldier

me an order, I'll blow up a border
Give me an order, I'll blow up your

Call me brave, call me a peace-making
Call me anything what I am
From a without, I haven't a clue
What the war is
I haven't got a clue, you?
Oh no, no, no, no

You can't me
I'm just an soldier
would be no war if not for me
I'm just a sweet soldier
No, no, no, no, no
You blame me
After all I'm

Honour, mad, fodder
Honour, mad, cannon
And honour, mad, cannon
And honour, mad, fodder
And honour, mad, cannon fodder (honour, mad, fodder)
And honour, mad, cannon fodder (honour, mad, fodder)
And honour, mad, fodder (honour, mad, cannon fodder)
Honour, mad, fodder (honour, mad, cannon fodder)
Honour, mad, cannon fodder (honour, mad, fodder)

Duty done by the moment at
I am answerable to Jesus

And with the of God
I die in my own bed
If you wonder in my head
It's just the hatred for all life

When I lose mine, my will say:
"He doing the job he loved"
But I died a bullet to the forehead
That wasn't the job I
That wasn't the job I
That wasn't the job I

Funny how the war on
Without our John, our John

It's how the war goes on
our John, without our John

Funny how the war on
our John, without our John

It's how the war goes on
John, without our John