Luyện nghe bài hát Traditions

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

sit down
And up and dont think
til we you on
Just sit
And up and dont speak
Cause theres nothing

codes
Carved in
With blood and
(Lost on their of friendly strife)
Its not
To say you
dont know
(How dare you come it alive)

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