Luyện nghe bài hát Traditions

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

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

Honor
in stone
With blood and
(Lost on their of friendly strife)
Its not
To say you
Just dont
(How dare you through it alive)

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