Luyện nghe bài hát One Hundred Years

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

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

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

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

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

A years of blood
Crimson a
Tightens 'round my
I open my
And my bursts open
A like 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 the other
the other

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