Luyện nghe bài hát The Eighth Station Of The Cross Kebab House

I'm sitting at the checkpoint
myself to myself
My heart's going out to the with the gun
She is young, she is fun, she is

She clocks off, goes to the city
to a club with her friends

I just took a walk through the
Past columns of Arab sons
queue through the day for a chance to make pay
For something to put in mouths

He sleep at night without gunfire
The lullaby puts him to

We stand there accused of the collusion
into Palestine
A victory for some an hope
But for him it has devastation
He like a prisoner in exile
He lives like a prisoner in

Dates black and white in the vault of space
Swoop around like a of peace
Can see the hawk?
They're too busy in talk of
Why should contemplate fear?

Everyone meets in the city streets
Hipsters of collide
To talk music and
At the sign of The
We eat our falafel in
The girl her uniform slip
The boy cracks a joke he is
He listens to Hip Hop in
She to Coldplay in Lod