Luyện nghe bài hát Troublesometimes

High the sleeping city streets where we've all grown,
A silent evil slithers the dawn.
Bilssful in our ignorance - God how could we known,
would be the day we learn to mourn?
The shades of old rise,
eyes - cold hearted,
Watch their 'wunderkinder' try to finish they started.
The morning sky had barely to the suns's caress,
from the hilss came 'Yellow Wasps' in swarm.
Zvornik wakes - discovers a devil of a mess,
A fragile peace can look when been torn.
Now we stand like broken 'midst the wreckage of our homes,
Try to our children by the rags upon their bones.
Out of the 'Cold War' - the ceasefire flame!

Opened wounds - scores,
An ancient - new icons.
The front starts at our back doors
'Cause won't be bygones.
Cleanse the - start the cull,
roulette - six chambers full
Fail to the warning signs,
Find in troublesometimes.
While common sense hat it's back
a shadow our nation.
Can mourning mothers in black sing songs of liberation?
Out of the 'Cold War' - the ceasefire flame!

Opened wounds - scores,
An hate - new icons.
The front line at our back doors
'Cause won't be bygones.
Through a mask of and cinder -
your cornfields burn like tinder.
Fail to the warning signs,
yourself in troublesometimes.