Luyện nghe bài hát Killing Fields

They are too blind too see
for their own damnation
See the honour and pride in chests
feeding guns
There's too much to hear the warning
On killing fields nobody wins

No denying they are the
out their mother country
Independence - is the value?
What has made pay the price?
much too late to hear the warning
On killing fields where nobody

All men of and hearts of ivory
See the comrades by side
Under seems like eternity
A game,
The souls are sold where is the
Where are the Times change
Is there a for all the wasted youth?
They it war!

The souls are bold, a newfound
The are sold, values change
The sirens a short infinity
The airforce
The war was cold, now it has to flames
knows the reason why
Is a need for all this wasted life
must be more!

They never wait to hear the
On killing fields where wins

There's a fight on the
Even time is still
But they never know the score

(War is a game of tools
Still it's the same, it's the same
War is made by leading
remains, nothing remains)