Luyện nghe bài hát Bullets in a Briefcase

Little fish, boat's too full, you go
Breathing in salt and fuel, tiny
Statistically, commonplace, you're not alone
So, end like this, of shot back at home

The world is a strange
Quiet like bullets in a
Why do I feel I'm in the wrong place?
like bullets in a briefcase
Quiet bullets in a briefcase

Little man, France, winter's cold
800 hours, 4, 000 miles, alone
No one I know even dare it, let alone
Shantytown, bleeding out in the

The world is a place
like bullets in a briefcase
Why do I feel like I'm in the wrong
like bullets in a briefcase
Quiet bullets in a briefcase,