Luyện nghe bài hát One Hundred Years

It matter if we all die
in the back of a black car
In a building there is so much to do
Goin' home time a on the radio

small falls out of your mouth and we laugh
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 death blow, for the death blow
for the death blow

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

The and the creepin' feeling
A little black girl
Waiting for
The death of her father her
Pushing her white face the mirror
Aching inside me and me around
Just like the old days, like the old days
Just the old days, just like the old days

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

A hundred years of
Crimson a
Tightens 'round my
I open my
And my head bursts
A like a tiger
Thrashing in the
Thrashing in the

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

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