Luyện nghe bài hát Traditions

Years on
hymns
At Sunday
(Our Father, son and ghost)
on
Orders
From ancient
(Dont tell where old hands may go)

Just sit
And shut up and dont
til we you on
Just sit
And shut up and speak
theres nothing wrong

Honor
Carved in
blood and bone
(Lost on Fields of friendly strife)
Its not
To say you
Just know
(How dare you through it alive)

Now a
Picket
And down
(Its you found yourself a life)
Youre too
Old to sit and
Play the
(You have no right to alive)