Luyện nghe bài hát Intro (Dirty History)

Walking trails, soaked by our
miles and miles from home
Blood still stains the ground we
into the roots of trees
Giving strength to Earth
land is not their land

Head held high the torment
Thousands die in
Murdered, killed and
Hear the of our lost warriors
to the pounding drum

This was once ours
Now a wasteland of
the waters we drink
Polluting the air we

Forced in the corner
Outcasts grouping for the next to
Through a smoke premonition
Tellers of the future of the new beginning

One warrior will rise to against this place
A killa of anybody, who against you and I
Thousands of souls him power
Anybody kills until the is fulfilled

Through darkness, light
Under the from the diamonds
Showering the same roots
Roots we shared with blood
Let those roots the tree
The that brings truth to this beginning