Luyện nghe bài hát Sometimes They Hear The Bullet

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