Luyện nghe bài hát One Hundred Years

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

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

Stroking hair as the patriots are shot
Fightin' for on the television
the world with slaughtered pigs
Have we got everything? She struggles to get

The pain and the feeling
A black haired girl
for Saturday
The death of her pushing her
Pushing her white into the mirror
Aching me and turn me around
Just like the old days, like the old days
like the old days, just like the old days

an old man
And paintin' a lifeless
Just a of new meat
In a clean
The close in
Under a moon
All the shadows and
Under a black

A years of blood
a ribbon
Tightens 'round my
I open my
And my bursts open
A sound a tiger
in the water
Thrashing in the

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

It like a hundred years
years, hundred years
Hundred years, years