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

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

She clocks off, back to the city
Goes to a club her friends

I just a walk through the checkpoint
Past of poor Arab sons
They queue through the day for a to make pay
For something to put in mouths

He can't sleep at night without
The lullaby him to sleep

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

Dates and white in the blue vault of space
around like a symbol of peace
Can they see the
too busy in talk of love
Why should they fear?

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