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

I'm sitting around at the
Keeping to myself
My heart's going out to the girl 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 of poor Arab sons
They queue the day for a chance to make pay
For to put in their mouths

He can't sleep at night gunfire
The lullaby puts him to

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

Dates black and in the blue vault of space
around like a symbol of peace
Can they see the
They're too busy in of love
Why should contemplate fear?

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