Luyện nghe bài hát I Bury the Living

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

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

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

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

You can't me
I'm just an soldier
There be no war if not for me
I'm just a little soldier
No, no, no, no, no
You can't me
all I'm just

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

Duty by the moment at hand
I am answerable only to

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

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

Funny how the war on
Without our John, without our

funny how the war goes on
Without our John, our John

Funny how the war on
our John, without our John

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