Luyện nghe bài hát Tin Drum

There's an old man
To a young boy
An old man his head

a cool gentle breeze
In the night of light
As the red glow instead

There's a man crying
And a man dyin'
A black mans in the air

And the shock of
Feeds the
Beats in my head

Holding tight in the of the night
In the stillness of my
Yet, I know only started

Beating on a tin drum, marching to a
What is it I
Am I beating on a tin drum to a cause
When I don't what it is I believe
I believe, I believe, beating on

Lonely peeping
to his mother
Runs
In a black ditch

And with the widow
Martha's in the meadow
And the lamb is in sick

And the boy in
Is some slack
To the king of Lang Syne
And my goes out
But I cannot spout what I do not inside

Holding tight in the of the night
In the stillness of my
Yet, I know I've only

Beating on a tin drum, marching to a
What is it that I
Am I beating on a tin drum marching to a
I don't know what it is I believe, I believe

Beating on a tin drum, marching to a
What is it I think?
Am I beating on a tin drum, marching to a
I don't know what it is I believe
I believe, I

Beating on a
Beating on the
Beating on the
in the night

Beating on a
on the life