Luyện nghe bài hát We Got Back The Plague

That man of blood
Mucking out in the McLennan mud
If you're hoping he won't of course then he must
Driving his truck through the county dust

I read in my book on Sunday
So easy to think the end's coming soon
But though sometimes the signs heaven are vague
Early November we got back the

While beautiful sweeping the porch
He's teleconferencing up his torch
And I don't care if he Babylon to hell
Except for he's building Babylon here as

up in Cedar Rapids asking for allies
Praising his leeches and for likewise
Down in St. Charles talent he hawks
Smirking and sowing the winds as he

In Northern Virginia on excursions
L.U.V. in with all their
Horns for hounds and for horses
Release the committed task forces

and Dallas with gasoline douse
Then back to Crawford over to the firehouse
Behind the curtains not turning much of a
ourselves to make ourselves sick

That easy-going man of
Mucking out in the county mud
If you're hoping he won't well of course then he
Digging us down the McLennan county dust