Luyện nghe bài hát Traditions

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

Just sit
And shut up and dont
til we you on
sit down
And up and dont 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 come it alive)

Now a
fence
And settle
(Its time you yourself a life)
Youre too
Old to sit and
the clown
(You no right to feel alive)