Luyện nghe bài hát Oh Heartland, Up Yours!

The collected
Each world for
Freed all the
Seems there is more

If I only had a rowboat I row it up to heaven
And if heaven not have me I would take the other option
I will seek out my own

From the wight in the barrow
To the priest his broken arrows
There's a to the madness
They will feign an expression of
A concatenation of
And the farmers are losing focus
On the pitch of the grasses
I will sing sing to the masses

Oh Heartland, up

The hollow of
The century
Too much assumption to be seriously
Oh you wrote me a Disney kid in cutoffs and a beater
With a feathered fringe, it suit a simoniac breeder
Doesn't work doesn't fly doesn't

From the lying in the barrow
To the priest with his broken
There's a to the madness
They will feign an of sadness
A of locusts
And the are losing their focus
On the pitch of the Avenroe
I will sing sing to the masses

Oh Heartland, up

(My home, my homeland, my homeland)

I will not sing your
I not sing your praises here
I will not sing your
I not sing your praises here
I will not your praises
I will not sing your
I will not sing your
I will not your praises here