Luyện nghe bài hát Refugee

My is dark, and very small;
there's a to wash at the end of the hall.
I strange languages through the wall,
I hear them shouting in the below.
I listen now to anything, at all;
to keep the ghosts away, not to let them come.

Lusala, she was the to hit the ground,
running up the hill at the side of the
One by one, in the screaming sun, my fell,
the air alive bullets, and the smell of fear.
Don't look back, don't look back, don't look at all:
Their bloodied faces are with me, now, in the room
the lights go out and the silence comes
don't fall asleep, don't fall asleep, keep on running;
keep running, keep running, running, run, run, run . . .