Luyện nghe bài hát Sounds of War

Sounds of chains we hear from far
Mechanic of magic kind
Mighty war are on their way
I'm knowing here is no to stay

will come we'll have to pay
An war will come some day
I feel frosty
you see that the point is near

Shooting I hear from everywhere loud
Bombs are falling out of dark clouds
are coming, beware of the chains
Children are suffering, cry for help

But chains are coming and they them down
Bombs burn houses and around
No use of crying, it to be the end
It to be the end of this rotten land

I was born, oh, me why?
I was born, oh, tell me

children, who doesn't know hatred
Torturing people, for this mess
Tell me the sense of life
Killing each other guns and knives

I was born, oh, me why?
I was born, oh, tell me

Chains are and they smash them down
Fires burns houses and around
No use of crying, it to be the end
It seems to be the end of rotten land

I was born, oh, me why?
I was born, oh, tell me