Luyện nghe bài hát Traditions

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

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

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

Now a
fence
And settle
(Its time you found a life)
much too
Old to sit and
Play the
(You have no to feel alive)