Luyện nghe bài hát Your Little Suburbia Is In Ruins

Open those eyes, from peace
Orders are some color
Same old, old is their battle cry
Why don't we keep searching for a new

Our hearts have become a
Worthy kings have broken for nothing
we cherish all with pride

The lines on our will turn
canyons of sorrow instead of hope
They didn't die from the cold
But died from the cold within

And I can't stop denying
our brothers are in miserable pain
Stop short, lend a hand and the chains
Of regularity that you lean so closely

Your little Suburbia is in
down all the assumptions you hold
For I guarantee they are
Sometimes the feeling may be the one that kills