Luyện nghe bài hát Sometimes They Hear The Bullet

War is much than a disagreement of thought and a battle born of strife
Where many will and many will fall while bystanders will question the point
And the players are the sacrifice great, for a victory heralded by few
And some march to the beat of a vindictive drum with their own to right
I'm one of those 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 and the soil the wounded, dying and dead
I want them to taste the steel of my blade and feel the sting of my
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
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 taste the blood of the fallen to know the scent of death
And that every that I get off, yields another's final breath