Luyện nghe bài hát One Hundred Years

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

Somethin' falls out of your mouth and we laugh
A prayer for somethin'
A for somethin' better
love me, meet my mother
But the takes hold
up the stairs in the dark
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 with pigs
we got everything? She struggles to get away

The pain and the creepin'
A little black haired
Waiting for
The death of her pushing her
Pushing her white face the mirror
Aching inside me and turn me
Just the old days, just like the old days
like the old days, just like the old days

an old man
And paintin' a lifeless
a piece of new meat
In a room
The soldiers in
Under a moon
All the and deliverance
Under a black

A hundred years of
a ribbon
Tightens my throat
I my mouth
And my head bursts
A like a tiger
Thrashing in the
Thrashing in the

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

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