Luyện nghe bài hát Sometimes They Hear The Bullet

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