Luyện nghe bài hát Wilson Joliet

She was so afraid of everything she
Since her mother her why once upon a time
There was no
the clock slammed another door
Of the weary hours we were a second hand shylock
in, in on us

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

Yesterday's were burnt down into shells
Mothers 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 of cards in the dead of night
Like lovers below bataan, the senses
Cause the senses of tears
we and nigger marched
Blasted our way out of
Close the door and let's have some life