Luyện nghe bài hát On March The Saints

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

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

no such thing as a good time for bad luck
As minutes turn to fragmented moments
Reading lips unable to hear the
no tangible out in tomorrow

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

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

On march the
On march the