Luyện nghe bài hát Ricochet

Like on a rockface waiting for the scythe
- ricochet
The is on a corner waiting for jobs
Ricochet -
Turn the pictures so they face the wall
And who can to be forgotten
And who can to be forgotten

of flowers, march of dimes
These are the prisons, are the crimes
Men wait for while thousands are still asleep
Dreaming of tramlines factories of machinery
shafts things like that
March of flowers, march of
These are the prisons, are the crimes
Sound of thunder, sound of
Sound of the devil breaking
- it's not the end of the world

Sound of thunder, of gold
Sound of the devil breaking
- ricochet
These are the prisons are the crimes
life in a violent new way
Ricochet -
the holy pictures so they face the wall
And who can bear to be
And who can bear to be

March of flowers, of dimes
These are the prisons, these are the
Early, the sun, they struggle off to the gates
In their secret fearful they see their lives
Unravelling before
March of - march of dimes
These are the prisons, are the crimes
of thunder, sound of gold
Sound of the breaking parole
it's not the end of the world

That's when they get home, damp eyed and
They smile and their children to their heaving chests
Making unfulfillable
For who can to be forgotten