Luyện nghe bài hát Summer's Last Sound

The gulls are coming in off the
The smell of corpses passed in
graves uncovered, must be abroad - it can't be here
I can sense violence, but I still don't understand
How when the past dead and you've got the future
In the palm of hand
Run through (noble?) streets
killers hide
Our get bricks in windows
And get hushed-up trials
And you're waiting for a at the door
would tell if you spent the next few years
Free from life attacked by bombs
The price of bread went up five today
And an immigrant was to death again

And I'm for my life for the first time in it
And we've known all along that a home can put your at risk
So I guess we'll disperse again
And the s are coming off the
The easy targets lure in

Don't be absurd, it can't be
we find a place to settle
We'll just moving on
We stay in like birds, no one dares to move along
a sea of bleached skulls
Chased by in all its forms
Over mountains, suns
We to kill, let's shoot for fun
Across a desert's burning skies, we never stop to or eat
Death finds us in the end, its shadows weeping
Over hot and plains, a wants to see us slain
fields of wheat and grain, through the endless, pouring rain
Why can we never find a place to land?
And we ourselves through God's providing hand
At the of every day