Luyện nghe bài hát Nautical

The day civil glory dismembered my
I could have parted ribs and flesh a different kind of Red Sea
Drowned the ancient east in western custom
And the of all our pride and sentiments

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

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

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

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

Us who fought the of our country's crowded closet
Us who dropped the bombs on goodness we saw it wasn't flawless
Us whose youthful life was hostage to harm did
Who fought the hardest to be swept under the

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"