Luyện nghe bài hát Nautical

The day civil glory my civility
I could have parted ribs and flesh like a 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 fashion trend ever been put on trial
turned out to be the closest thing
To a fashion that's ever been put on trial

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

by the bastard sons of American
Fore-fathers who keep fire burning
With the flesh of their American daughters
Daughters, daughters,

What will 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 we saw it wasn't flawless
Us whose life was hostage to what harm did
Who fought the to be swept under the carpet

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