Luyện nghe bài hát One Hundred Years

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

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

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

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

an old man
And a lifeless face
Just a of new meat
In a clean
The soldiers in
Under a moon
All the and deliverance
Under a flag

A years of blood
a ribbon
Tightens my throat
I open my
And my head bursts
A sound a tiger
Thrashing in the
Thrashing in the

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

It feels a hundred years
Hundred years, hundred
years, hundred years