Luyện nghe bài hát On March The Saints

Be something amounts to nothing the threat
A wrecking ball plowing our karma
We have no confident voice in our ears for
Exist in only headline

We have been through change, by the season of the
It's irony, the
Except eccentric faith, to religion to sit high
Among the elect on the saints

There's no thing as a good time for bad luck
As minutes turn to fragmented moments
Reading unable to hear the talk
Partake no tangible out in

We have the change, from the season of the storms
It's irony, the
With all our lives at stake from at rest to are sitting high
Among the elect on the saints

We been through change, by the season of the storms
It's irony, the
Except eccentric faith, to need religion to sit
Among the elect on the saints

On march the
On the saints