Luyện nghe bài hát Sometimes They Hear The Bullet

War is much more than a disagreement of and a battle born of strife
Where will stand and many will fall while bystanders will question the point
And the players are many the sacrifice great, for a heralded by few
And some march to the beat of a vindictive 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 about me, but treating it as just the same
With I tread through the blood and the soil the wounded, dying and dead
I want them to taste the steel of my and feel the sting of my lead
And sometimes they'll hear the bullet, yes sometimes they'll feel it's sting, and sometimes they'll as their life slips
away, and sometimes won't feel a thing
'Cause I wanna be and I wanna see, and I'm here to my revenge
When I Mars for victory sweet, when I conjure the will for success
And I wanna taste the blood of the fallen to the scent of death
And that every round that I get off, yields final breath