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

Late at I used to sit
Alone, for one last
Brooding over what's to
What in name have we done?
Missiles up like weeds
Doomsday patrol the seas
East and west are to kill
While me and Igor pay the

The war machine will stop
Dogs will fight until drop
From to Afghanistan
A to the common man
But what about the men
Who have no recourse them
It seems they're the ones
Whose fingers on willing guns

Little man, my
What makes you so much than me?
Could it be we're all the
Small fry in a larger
I the one to blame
Plans his schemes in flames
soldiers crushed the bourgeousie
To form own plutocracy

Stalin, Trotsky, and Lenin
Scorned the blessed hope from
Pompous men with schemes
They gnash their teeth with screams
But now their legacy
Has festered long the sea
Implanted in the tender
They come to the lie as truth

So Holy hear my cry
For millions doomed to die
Without You, when the roar
Hurling them through door

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