Luyện nghe bài hát Sweet Bird Of Truth

Arabia, Arabia,

6 o'clock in the
I'm the last person in this plane still
Y'know, I can almost smell the blood washin' against the
Of this lands that can't it's past

Oh, the wind that carries this
Is the of change, heavensent an' hellbent
Over the tops we go
Just all the other G.I. Joes, ee-ay-ee-ay-adios

This is your calling, with an urgent warning
We're the Gulf of Arabia, our altitude is falling
An' I can't hold her up, there's no for thinking
All hands on deck, this bird is

the beaches an' cranes, rivers an' trains
All the money made, bodies I've maimed
Time was when I to know
Just like any G.I. Joe

Should I cry a baby, die like a man?
While all the planets go to war, start joining
Oh, a heaven, what a hell
You know there's nothing can be in the whole wide world

I don't know what's wrong or
I'm a regular guy with bottled up insides
I ain't ever been to church or believed in Christ
But I'm praying that God's you when you die

This is your captain calling, with an warning
We're above the Gulf of Arabia, our altitude is
And I can't hold her up, no time for thinking
All hands on deck, bird is sinking

Arabia, Arabia,