Luyện nghe bài hát Ricochet

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

March of flowers, march of
These are the prisons, these are the
Men for news while thousands are still asleep
Dreaming of tramlines factories of machinery
Mine shafts things like
March of flowers, of dimes
are the prisons, these are the crimes
Sound of thunder, of gold
of the devil breaking parole
Ricochet - not the end of the world

Sound of thunder, of gold
Sound of the breaking parole
- ricochet
These are the prisons are the crimes
Teaching in a violent new way
- ricochet
Turn the holy so they face the wall
And who can to be forgotten
And who can bear to be

of flowers, march of dimes
These are the prisons, are the crimes
Early, before the sun, they off to the gates
In their secret places they see their lives
Unravelling them
March of flowers - march of
These are the prisons, are the crimes
Sound of thunder, sound of
Sound of the devil parole
Ricochet it's not the end of the

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