Luyện nghe bài hát Sometimes They Hear The Bullet

War is much more a disagreement of thought and a battle born of strife
Where many will stand and many will fall while bystanders will question the
And the are many the sacrifice great, for a victory heralded by few
And some march to the beat of a drum with their own agendas to right
Well I'm one of who'll step up for battle, the smell of cordite in the air
Knowing the ordeal is not me, but treating it as such just the same
With irreverence I tread the blood and the soil the wounded, dying and dead
I them to taste the steel of my blade and feel the sting of my lead
And sometimes hear the bullet, yes sometimes they'll feel it's sting, and sometimes they'll know as their life slips
away, and sometimes won't feel a thing
'Cause I be and I wanna see, and I'm here to exact my revenge
When I summon Mars for sweet, when I conjure the will for success
And I wanna taste the blood of the fallen to know the scent of
And every round that I get off, yields another's final breath