Luyện nghe bài hát Guantanamo

Heard you sold your
Got a good at the local store
You he could've turned you in
Could have been you on the concrete

Jefferson roll over and ol' Stalin the news
got 'em locked up in Castroland
Redefining abuse in shades of

advocate
Got his dick up in a chicken
is what he'll get
War is a criminal

the years they go by, no charge or trial date
You're accused of you confess to
If you don't confess you see the light of day

There must be way
There must be

The weather are charging down the hill
In quixotic calvary
And the war is shaking in its sleep
And the homesick of Geronimo
A fear is taking all the absinthe must be another way

Since nearly drowned
Since the tinsmith was and bound
Since the boys got away
Two shovels and a skull of the widower

indefinite detention
Another tradition
All hail the line of the crooked chiefs
Whose father stole the bones an Indian grave

There must be way
There must be way
There must be

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