Luyện nghe bài hát Through The Mill

When I saw you die the
Whilst animal
I ran to approach the poachers'
To them of their epaulet

You really are the maddest
I've seen before
Three hundred pounds in my cave
We going to an

I packed you up trophy bones
And you on the peak
We stayed to watch the come in
And drank to the chase felt good

I really not leave him there
put him through the mill
I back home to tell my friends
The moon it the wine taste sweet