Luyện nghe bài hát Bullets in a Briefcase

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

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

Little man, Northern France, cold
800 hours, 4, 000 miles, alone
No one I know would even it, let alone
Shantytown, out in the shadows

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