Luyện nghe bài hát Wounded, Old And Treacherous

A walk on the quiet late in the day
mean to get in anybodys way
The Gods seem willing, in the sky
Old crows cawing as the straight fly

There was a time when 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 draw the jungle
I won't yours if you don't cross mine
Won't trouble, I don't need no fuss
But I'm wounded, old and I'm

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

In the of evening on sacred ground
Ghosts of fathers pushing moonbeams
Big cats prowling inside your
left for China, better left for dead

Let me draw the jungle
I won't yours if you don't cross mine
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 seem willing, sun's in the sky
Old cawing as the straight crows fly

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

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