Luyện nghe bài hát Progress

Sear the throbbing in our
heads, now we in our blood
beds. Rid of God, the
crutch, our legs don't hurt
so much.

Reaching forward, back, the
we progress, the more we lack.

At Nagasaki we a sun right on
the ground. At we won. Use
the pretty, lose the rest, it's
at its best.

Lay in of anger, talking in our
sleep. words of vengeance,
of world peace.

The incense of our is the
of the weak. The wound is
self-inflicted as we speak!