Luyện nghe bài hát Troublesometimes

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

Opened - unsettled scores,
An hate - new icons.
The front line starts at our doors
'Cause won't be bygones.
the bloodline - start the cull,
Nazi - six chambers full
Fail to read the signs,
yourself in troublesometimes.
While common sense hat turned back
a crossed our nation.
Can mourning mothers veiled in sing songs of liberation?
Out of the War' - into the ceasefire flame!

Opened - unsettled scores,
An ancient - new icons.
The front line starts at our back
'Cause bygones be bygones.
Through a of tears and cinder -
watch cornfields burn like tinder.
Fail to the warning signs,
yourself in troublesometimes.