Luyện nghe bài hát Line Of Death

Just the day
I the newsman say
missiles fired
And out our way
we all be told
Just who the we are
we take our ships
Of trade to calls very far

Beyond the of death
He says get you
If you dare him
To laugh at his
Cross over the

So three ships went
And all hands were lost
If gonna spit on us
gotta pay the cost
You angry little
Whith raised to the sky
people just like sheep
They never wonder why
and death his calling cards
They as though the answer
Spreading through world
And growing a cancer

His must be tormented
yet alive
Terrorism
When we draw the line

How many must we die
In the of peace
Now we all
The is running short
And the devil
The as his whore

If you see a with a loaded gun
Killing all neighbors
Will you or run
Just the day
I the newsman say
Enemy fired
And out our way