Luyện nghe bài hát Nomenaland

we're dropplng bombs on the kids
can't eat bombs and we know this
but we're doing what we're
flying around in strategic bombers
with an afterburner straight to
where burning love that smell
my little she sits at horne
my last letter all alone
she stops to read closes her
and she cries

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

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

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