Luyện nghe bài hát Traditions

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

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

Honor
Carved in
blood and bone
(Lost on their of friendly strife)
Its not
To say you
dont 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)