Luyện nghe bài hát The Last Rites

Shot down in cold
Cold in the rain
of anger, bullets of pain
Killed reason
Waste cause
Now is the season, the of loss

Welcome the
the night
Pray for your
Pray the Last

Murdered for ransom of and hate
Dreams to fulfill, but now too late
Sirens and
and fear
The is forgotten, the future is clear...

a place, not far from here, where the dead sing out in fear
Take my hand, I'll the way
Hell has time for who stray
Now it's time for you to
'Cause you've got nothing, not a reason left to
your path o'er yonder hill, you know the one
Live in all your life
see the Son

Pray for your Rites