Luyện nghe bài hát Lost Patrol

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

We save no
We break no

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

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

We save no
We no promises

We save no
We no promises