Luyện nghe bài hát Nomenaland

we're dropplng bombs down on the
can't eat bombs and we know this
but we're what we're told
we're around in strategic bombers
with an straight to hell
napalms burning love that smell
my little she sits at horne
with my last all alone
she stops to read her eyes
and then she

my daddy me he was proud
my praying but not too loud
I wonder if the lord will get the massage
oh mummy be shure i'll back
in a box all painted black
a between the eyes is all what's left for you

times I've asked my head but all I've got is
nomansland...nomansland...

and if those sa y: don't worry
same old assholes same old story and not true...