Luyện nghe bài hát Nautical

The day civil glory my civility
I could parted ribs and flesh like a different kind of Red Sea
the ancient east in western custom progress
And the least of all our pride and

Which out to be the closest thing
To a fashion that's ever been put on trial
Which out to be the closest thing
To a trend that's ever been put on trial

The rest was cast off as denial of statehood and
The ultimate of treason is the treacherous use of reason
The use

Employed by the sons of American
Fore-fathers who keep this burning
With the flesh of their would-be American
Daughters, daughters,

What happen to our children when the least of us pass on?

Us who fought the monsters of our country's closet
Us who dropped the bombs on goodness when we saw it flawless
Us whose youthful life was to what harm did
Who the hardest to be swept under the carpet

And I'm still a cigarette, softly on the edge of a metal ashtray
I begged place to let me burn and it whispered, "Burn away"