Luyện nghe bài hát Suite For The Souls Of Our Enemies (part I: Hammer And Sickle)

Late at night I to sit
Alone, for one cigarette
over what's to come
What in God's name we done?
Missiles up like weeds
Doomsday subs patrol the
East and west are poised to
me and Igor pay the bill

The war will never stop
Dogs will fight they drop
From Poland to
A to the common man
But what about the men
Who no recourse given them
It unlikely they're the ones
Whose fingers on willing guns

Little man, my
What makes you so worse than me?
Could it be all the same
fry in a larger game
I the one to blame
Plans his schemes in flames
Whose crushed the bourgeousie
To their own plutocracy

Stalin, Trotsky, and Lenin
the blessed hope from heaven
Pompous men lofty schemes
They gnash their teeth futile screams
But now their godless
Has festered long the sea
Implanted in the youth
come to know the lie as truth

So Father hear my cry
For millions doomed to die
Without You, the rockets roar
Hurling them through satan's

at night I sit and pray
Not always what to say
"Peace on earth, to men" ?
Or "crush them Lord, better dead"?