Luyện nghe bài hát On March The Saints

Be something that to nothing the threat
A ball plowing through our karma
We have no confident voice in our ears for
Exist in memory headline

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

There's no such thing as a good for bad luck
As minutes turn to distressed moments
Reading lips 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 to present are sitting high
Among the elect on the saints

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

On the saints
On the saints