Luyện nghe bài hát One Hundred Years

It matter 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 out of your mouth and we laugh
A for somethin' better
A prayer for better
love me, meet my mother
But the takes hold
up the stairs in the dark
Waiting for the death blow, waiting for the blow
Waiting for the death

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

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

an old man
And paintin' a face
Just a piece of new
In a room
The close 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 head bursts
A sound a tiger
in the water
Thrashing in the

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

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