Luyện nghe bài hát One Hundred Years

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

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

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

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

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

A hundred years of
Crimson a
Tightens my throat
I my mouth
And my head open
A sound a tiger
in the water
Thrashing in the

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

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