Luyện nghe bài hát Traditions

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

Just sit
And shut up and dont
til we you on
Just sit
And shut up and speak
Cause theres wrong

Honor
Carved in
blood and bone
(Lost on their Fields of strife)
Its not
To say you
dont know
(How you come through it alive)

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