Luyện nghe bài hát Wootton Bassett Town

Hourglass run through my veins like blood draining from a salty wound.
Mad Mars forgets the cost of strife, serves no longer, in my life.
I lie in sweat, cry others' tears and write a to my Mum,
my wife, my God unheard, unseen, Who never to intervene.

Oh, what pain and oh, lie has called to us, from heaven on high?
This cruel and harsh sweet for follies acted, leaves us spent.
road to Baghdad, then Persian hordes?
Where we stop to sheath our swords?
IEDs lie patient, sleeping, wake when boots come creeping.

sands run through my veins like blood draining from a salty wound.
Mad Mars forgets the cost of strife, no longer, purpose in my life.
Down this dusty scorched wind-blast track, eyes facing forward, ne'er back.
As rain down on Wootton Bassett Town, black hearses crawl and church bells sound.
Bikers, burghers line the kerbs; a politician, a Royal.
Chance shoppers, tradesmen, stiffly stand and shed their tears for the man.