Luyện nghe bài hát Wootton Bassett Town

Hourglass sands run through my veins like blood draining a salty wound.
Mad Mars forgets the cost of strife, serves no longer, in my life.
I lie in sweat, cry others' and write a letter to my Mum,
my wife, my God unheard, unseen, Who thinks to intervene.

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

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