Luyện nghe bài hát One Hundred Years

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

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

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

The pain and the creepin'
A little black girl
for Saturday
The death of her pushing her
Pushing her white into the mirror
Aching 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 paintin' a lifeless
Just a piece of new
In a room
The close in
Under a yellow
All the shadows and
Under a flag

A years of blood
a ribbon
Tightens 'round my
I open my
And my bursts open
A sound like a
Thrashing in the
in the water

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

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