Luyện nghe bài hát Killing Time

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

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

The waiting fills her with delusion and gone by
"How could I give to my baby and then let him go die?"
But with this joke administration no one is exempt
It's not your fault and will be.
hold love in contempt...

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

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