Luyện nghe bài hát One Hundred Years

It doesn't if we all die
in the back of a black car
In a high building is so much to do
Goin' home time a story on the

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

Stroking your as the patriots are shot
Fightin' for freedom on the
Sharin' the world slaughtered pigs
Have we got She struggles to get away

The and the creepin' feeling
A black haired girl
Waiting for
The of her father pushing her
Pushing her white into the mirror
Aching inside me and turn me
Just like the old days, just like the old
Just like the old days, like the old days

an old man
And paintin' a lifeless
a piece 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 'round my
I my mouth
And my head open
A sound a tiger
in the water
Thrashing in the

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

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