Luyện nghe bài hát Wilson Joliet

She was so of everything she said
Since her mother told her why upon a time
was no rhyme
Before the clock another door
Of the weary hours we were facing a second shylock
in, in on us

I saw it had taken
Playing back that old of mine
Everything was dirty, everything was without
was dirty, everything was without rhyme
Cause me and marched
Yes, me and nigger our way out
Of here just yesterday

Yesterday's streets were burnt into shells
Mothers weep while children
Like in the ground
The of nuns lie together like sons
Who do not the taste for the battle

We are shuffled like a of cards in the dead of night
Like lovers below bataan, below the
Cause the senses smell of
we and nigger marched
Blasted our way out of
Close the door and let's have private life