Luyện nghe bài hát New Breed

in the of the messes
A new was born
..
Like a soldier in
to run
...
The lost
Another proud
Breed!
the
Creation
A new take to
on your very hands
Guts made skin
... made of
it him proud
the clouds
Destend strive to blink with eyes
Protected to under the skin
Without any colors to its face
To conquer and win with all its

You know when he
His voice be loud
Laughter for
.. ...
Beyond the
The creation of
A new type of
...
No need to
No to explain
...
A new ... to