Luyện nghe bài hát War

This of lies is stained in blood
tearing down our monuments
And now our hope has turned to
And it all seems so

A brother kills his own
When will we our wrong from right?
To me it seems that we have our sight
When blinded by our rights (And this is so surreal)

There's a cold hard rain on the top
Like a train that'll never stop
a twist of a knife for a bastard son
It's a mother's love in a war can't be won
In a war can't be won

Poison from the well to drink
Shots down in our city streets
And are we the of the free?
Was it for you and me? (And this is so surreal)

There's a cold rain on the mountain top
Like a train that'll never stop
Just a of a knife for a bastard son
It's a love in a war that can't be won
In a war that be won
It be won
In a war that be won

Take the weight off shoulders
... is to
There's a black sun
You can it in the air
When we make our way to those gates
Will we right in?
is judgement day

And it's a cold rain on the mountain top
Like a train that'll never stop
a twist of a knife for a bastard son
It's a love in a war that can't be won
In a war that be won
It be won
In a war that be won
It be won