Luyện nghe bài hát Marches And Maneuvers

This is a war we
And the sides are drawn, are drawn
And all wrapped up in fatigues
And they us out, wear us out
is a storm at sea

If we fly a white flag under a and blue sky
Will the red sun
(The taste of your kerosene lips me up)
If we fly a white flag under a and blue sky
Will the red sun
(The glare from your sights make me go blind)

divide the sunlight into thin strips
The of a blade
In this that we dig for ourselves
Fourscore and
Glare with the enemy heat of the in bed
no retreat

This is a war we in
We're up in arms, up in
With our heads pressed against the
And it's thin, wearing thin
These are the
(We swallow)

If we fly a white flag a black and blue sky
Will the red sun
(The taste of your kerosene lips me up)
If we fly a white flag under a black and sky
Will the red sun
(The glare from enemy sights make me go blind)

is a war
Administer the
(Keep fighting)
the cell divides
(Keep marching)
We'll both go like toy soldiers
(This is a war)

Threats and picket line are around our beds
And the in our chests will all go off in time
If we trip other into this
Do you think find a way out?
We've synthesized a to retreat this conscience,

It's,
One part
One no sleep
One the gun shot we heard
One part the mistaken for laughter
One part after
One part
One stepping out of the driving rain
One part parting way in the apartment
look back
Just running down the stairs

Do you hear the
Can you hear the in the traffic?
in the attic?
They say, after time, all this will
We rebuild
And these broken will
(Mend in our embrace)