Luyện nghe bài hát Lost Patrol

We lay the night in anguish, snakes out by the tide
The compass of decision falls on one side
But many before us and still the cries are clear
There is no beauty here, just the stench of and beer

We save no
We no promises

We can do nothing than move headlong through the gloom
The thorn our lips is the missionaries tune
Our men open arms turn their faces half away
Observe as we approach that we have not to save

We stand as thick as vines though the is torn away
There is no beauty here, friends, death and dark decay

We no souls
We break no

We save no
We no promises