Luyện nghe bài hát Killing Time

Not Knowing what he had got into, only the sheep
The message sent for his deployment at twenty-three
Promised to be there for a short
His looks at photos
Passed down a family tradition;
Her head on her lap...

never be sure exactly what it means
To serve and protect us "enemies"
They make sure we're
To justify ugly, bloody mess
It's less your pride, it's suicide at best

The waiting her with delusion and memories gone by
"How I give life to my baby and then let him go die?"
But with this joke administration no one is exempt
not your fault and never will be.
Don't love in contempt...

I feel I'm lost, drowning out at sea
Surrounded by with no regard for sympathy
She sees the parade of victory and war wasn't won
"I'm not coming home." "He's my son."

If an angel its wings every time somebody dies
Then the angels black out the blue sky