Luyện nghe bài hát On March The Saints

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

We have been 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

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

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

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 march the

On march the
On the saints