Luyện nghe bài hát Paroled In '54

Summer blood for dogs
Mardi nineteen fifty-four
Oh no - he never Lincoln at all my child
I always thought the sun was some hole in the sky
now

As we float corpse ashore
in 54'

The four whores of the apocalypse
Houses burning of yellowed photographs
Of our children in disappearing from the ledge
Is God an echo i hear in my head yeah

As we float this corpse
in 54'

Summer for fighting dogs
I been everywhere on the same of some road with you
The way that I remember being born was like from a dream
(you were there me)
I bet your mother never ever heard you sing that for me yeah
The way i remember being born was like waking from a dream
T bet mother never ever hear you sing that song for me
Somewhere we can't see here
we can't see from here
Somewhere we can't see from