Luyện nghe bài hát Wounded, Old And Treacherous

A on the quiet side late in the day
Don't mean to get in way
The seem willing, sun's in the sky
Old crows as the straight crows fly

There was a time love was the law
There was a time for the and the claw
Last rites given, no holds
express on my credit card

Now let me the jungle line
I cross yours if you don't cross mine
Won't make trouble, I don't no fuss
But I'm wounded, old and I'm

me to draw the jungle line
You cross it once, you cross friends of mine
They won't make trouble, they don't no fuss
But they're wounded, old and treacherous

In the crisp of evening on ground
Ghosts of fathers pushing round
Big cats prowling inside your
They left for China, left for dead

Let me draw the line
I won't cross yours if you don't cross
I won't make trouble, I don't need no
But I'm wounded, old and I'm

A on the quiet side, late in the day
Don't to get in anybodys way
The Gods seem willing, in the sky
Old crows as the straight crows fly

was a time when love was the law
There was a time for the tooth and the
Last rites given, no holds
Heaven express on my card

Living mountains shake that town
Big calling you from underground
She don't trouble, she don't need no fuss
But she's wounded, old and treacherous