Luyện nghe bài hát Untitled 3 (Kevin Divine Forgot to Sing on His Own Master)

So the air is getting colder and the news us scared
I still wrestle this summer from the bones of our tired and hands
tonight we got drinks with just a couple of friends
And the that my brother likes is finally talking to him
And his chest is all swelled like proud and happy
Like he's got a great idea, he's making a memory

Wake up and and out to the car
an East swell coming and it's howling off shore
And we'll be lying like out in the sand
But I'll be dead you put a gun in my brother's hands

So we make jokes back home and we lighten the
But growing up my parents saw what sending a kid to fight can do
And now with the war, I can tell they're a shook up
just a few mother's sons will never really be enough
Not 'til half of our are etched out in the wall
And the other half from the things we saw

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