Luyện nghe bài hát Cry To Heaven

I a black beret on the street today
It was lying in the all torn
There's a flag flying on a tall building
But the kids just the storm

dirty faces pressed on the windows
Shattered before their eyes
a mad dog barking in a burned out subway
Where the sleeps at night

No birthday songs to sing
Just bricks and stones to give
Wrap up in your father's flags
And let them cry to

No birthday songs to sing
Just bricks and stones to them
them up in your father's flags
And let them cry to

There are many graves by a cold
As the beds your babies are born
And rag doll sits with a permanent grin
But the kids watch the storm

I saw a cat tease a white mouse
Until he it with his claws
Seems a lot of do the same thing
they go to war

No birthday songs to again
Just and stones to give them
Wrap them up in your father's
And let cry to Heaven

Ohh, no songs to sing again
bricks and stones to give them
Ohh, wrap them up in your father's
And let cry to Heaven

Let cry to Heaven
Let them cry to
Let cry to Heaven