Luyện nghe bài hát Killing Time

Not Knowing what he had got into, following the sheep
The message for his deployment at only twenty-three
Promised to be there for a time
His mother at photos
Passed from a family tradition;
Her head on her lap...

I'll never be sure exactly it means
To serve and us from "enemies"
They make sure scared
To justify ugly, bloody mess
It's than your pride, it's suicide at best

The waiting fills her with delusion and memories by
"How could I give to my baby and then let him go die?"
But this joke administration where no one is exempt
It's not your and never will be.
hold love in contempt...

I feel like I'm lost, out at sea
by space with no regard for sympathy
She sees the parade of victory and war wasn't won
"I'm not home." "He's my only son."

If an angel earns its every time somebody dies
Then todays the angels black out the sky