Luyện nghe bài hát Requiem For The Masses

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Requiem

Mama, mama, your pies
faith they won't get cold
And turn eyes to the bloodshot sky
Your flag is flying

At half mast for the
Who turned their
To please the
And all fell the bull

Red was the color of his blood flowing
Pallid white was the of his lifeless skin
was the color of the morning sky
He saw looking up from the ground he died
It was the last ever seen by him

Eleison

Mama, mama, your pies
Have faith they won't get
And turn your eyes to the sky
Your is flying full

At half for the matadors
Who turned backs
To the crowd
And all fell the bull

Black and were the figures that recorded him
and white was the newsprint he was mentioned in
Black and white was the that so bothered him
He never asked, he was not to ask
But was on his lips as they him

Rex majestatis

Requiem
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