Luyện nghe bài hát Intro (Dirty History)

Walking trails, by our tears
miles and miles from home
Blood stains the ground we walked
Soaking into the of trees
Giving strength to Mother
This is not their land

Head held high the torment
die in wars
Murdered, and slaughtered
Hear the of our lost warriors
Beating to the drum

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

Forced in the suffocating
Outcasts grouping for the to ride
a smoke filled premonition
Tellers of the future speaking of the new

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

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