Luyện nghe bài hát One Hundred Years

It matter if we all die
Ambition in the of a black car
In a high there is so much to do
home time a story on the radio

Somethin' small falls out of your and we laugh
A prayer for better
A prayer for somethin'
Please me, meet my mother
But the fear takes
up the stairs in the dark
Waiting for the death blow, for the death blow
Waiting for the blow

Stroking your hair as the patriots are
Fightin' for freedom on the
Sharin' the with slaughtered pigs
we got everything? She struggles to get away

The pain and the creepin'
A little haired girl
for Saturday
The of her father pushing her
Pushing her white face the mirror
Aching me and turn me around
Just like the old days, just like the old
Just like the old days, just the old days

an old man
And paintin' a face
Just a piece of new
In a clean
The soldiers in
Under a yellow
All the shadows and
a black flag

A years of blood
a ribbon
Tightens my throat
I my mouth
And my head open
A sound like a
in the water
Thrashing in the

and over
We die one the other
Over and
We die one after the
One after the
One the other
One the other
After the

It feels like a years
Hundred years, years
Hundred years, years