Luyện nghe bài hát On March The Saints

Be that amounts to nothing the threat
A wrecking ball plowing through our
We no confident voice in our ears for tonight
Exist in memory headline

We have through change, by the season of the storms
irony, the cleansing
Except eccentric faith, to religion to sit high
Among the elect on march the

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

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

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

On the saints
On march the