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

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

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

The pain and the feeling
A little black haired
for Saturday
The death of her pushing her
Pushing her white face into the
Aching inside me and turn me
Just like the old days, like the old days
Just the old days, just like the old days

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

A years of blood
Crimson a
Tightens my throat
I open my
And my bursts open
A sound like a
in the water
Thrashing in the

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

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