Luyện nghe bài hát Killing

Birds are above
They're back to a waiting glove
Oh, why don't they fly

Surely have guessed by now
is no gun to shoot them down
And still they stay for they say

Are we killing them with
Are we fighting for the
Killing them with
Can we get enough?

them, are we killing
Killing every single
It's a trained

Birds are circling
called back to a waiting glove
This game, it fears my name

I worshiped some false gods
I run to them like dogs
To my shame, it fanned the flame

Are we killing with lies?
Are we fighting for the
Killing with thoughts
Can we get enough?

Killing them, are we
Killing single feeling?
a trained response

We're all preset to to die, to die
We're all preset to to die
We're all preset to to die

told me once
Beat them 'til they start to get to it
thing, theyre lining up

Are we it?
Are we it?
Are we it?
Are we it?

Are we it?
Are we it?
Are we it?
Are we