Luyện nghe bài hát Stranger

Somewhere on a
to march in line and order
looo men in hands

Lured with hope for
pressed in
leaving them no
but to leave their

They're young men
their hands
on the edge of
and feel the hate
like slaves

There's a village
where they are folded in
dirt and a

intimidations
the free of men
will of men
free of men

Stranger from a foreign
(repeat)

in a office
noble looking and
by a corrupt state

Stranger from a foreign
(repeat)

in a cage
tied with chains
on iron of pain
faces expressing their
their age
1000
reflected in mirrors of
and rage
a rage crushing in
past recorgnition mind

Stranger from a foreign

Stranger from a foreign
(repeat)