Luyện nghe bài hát Rome

We into Rome
With blood in our
days of travelin'
Months of
our various
Turns at the
Taking
And pot and
Anything not to
No one had
No one had
Our bodies bad
Our spirits beaten
Together we
All of us
As we through Rome
Blaming the
the students
For worship of
Blaming the
And their brothers
And quite looking
Ourselves in the
And by minute
Growing apart

Julia,
Where have you
Why have you
Off of my
Julia,
Where is truck?
Where you driven
all of my luck?

But even old fighters
Their stones in sight
Must search 'till they
One bull to fight
And so it was us
So to the end
One story to tell
One last to defend
One glance to
One to strum
One untruth to be
One song to be sung
And you, the most
Most driven, most
of a bastard
I ever have
And you and turn
A good of the nile
So to the end
Nothing left to
And me in the
for the ride
The unwilling
familiocide
And our weaknesses
No one
picking
And
'Till nothing

Julia,
Where have you
Why you vanished
Off of my
Julia,
is your truck?
Where you driven
all of my luck?

And now in kitchen
Miles home
from anything
Miles from
was a bust
Rome was a
Rome was the
eye movement
To dream
We scattered leaves
Like pieces of
watching
Their swords and shields
And now as we
To and clocks
To closets and
Let us to the rocks
Let us to the sand
To the winds which have us
Let us drink to the
Let us to the road

And if you this far
either conscience or greed
Have one piece of
That I think you heed
If your travels
you this far from home
Consult map carefully
clear of Rome

Julia,
Where you gone?
Why have you
Off of my
Julia,
is your truck?
Where you driven
With all of my