Luyện nghe bài hát Killing Time

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

never be sure exactly what it means
To serve and us from "enemies"
They make sure scared
To justify this ugly, bloody
It's less than your pride, it's at best

The fills 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 where no one is
not your fault and never will be.
Don't love in contempt...

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

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