Luyện nghe bài hát Summer's Last Sound

The are coming in off the coast
The smell of passed them in
Mass graves uncovered, must be abroad - it can't be
I can sense your violence, but I still don't
How the past seems dead and you've got the future
In the palm of hand
Run quick through (noble?)
Where hide
Our get bricks in windows
And foreigners get trials
And you're waiting for a knock at the
Which tell if you spent the next few years
Free from life attacked by bombs
The price of bread went up five pence
And an was kicked to death again

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

be absurd, it can't be here
Until we find a to settle
We'll keep moving on
We stay in flocks like birds, no one to move along
Across a sea of bleached
Chased by death in all its
Over mountains, suns
We shoot to kill, shoot for fun
Across a desert's burning skies, we never stop to or eat
Death always finds us in the end, its shadows
Over hot and plains, a wants to see us slain
Over fields of wheat and grain, the endless, pouring rain
Why can we never find a safe place to
And we find ourselves God's providing hand
At the close of day