Luyện nghe bài hát One Hundred Years

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

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

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

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

an old man
And paintin' a lifeless
a piece of new meat
In a clean
The soldiers in
Under a yellow
All the and deliverance
Under a flag

A hundred of blood
a ribbon
Tightens 'round my
I my mouth
And my bursts open
A like a tiger
in the water
Thrashing in the

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

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