Luyện nghe bài hát Radio War

Did the wine make her
Of the far distant
Or a bed full of
Or the ghost of a

All the while that she
She had a gun by her bed
And a letter he
From a dry, foundered

And the train track take
All the ones home
And be alone
thee well Sara Jones

Now we lie on the
While the war
its way through the air
Of the dead market

And the beast seen
its red talons clean
Sara curses the
"No snow, no more snow, no more snow"