Luyện nghe bài hát Wilson Joliet

She was so afraid of she said
her mother told her why once upon a time
There was no
Before the slammed another door
Of the weary hours we were facing a second shylock
in, in on us

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

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

We are shuffled like a pack of cards in the dead of
Like below bataan, below the senses
the senses smell of tears
While we and nigger
Blasted our way out of
Close the door and have some private life