Luyện nghe bài hát On March The Saints

Be something that amounts to nothing the
A wrecking ball plowing through our
We have no confident voice in our ears for
in memory only headline

We have been through change, by the of the storms
irony, the cleansing
Except faith, to need religion to sit high
Among the on march the saints

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

We seen 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
the elect on march the saints

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

On march the
On march the