Luyện nghe bài hát Killing Time

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

I'll never be sure exactly what it
To and protect us from "enemies"
make sure we're scared
To justify this ugly, mess
It's less than your pride, it's suicide at

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

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

If an angel earns its wings every time dies
Then todays the angels out the blue sky