Luyện nghe bài hát Guns Are The Tongues

Carrie ran a crew
Dedicated and through
And the chance to
never squandered
And they liked to so clean
Save the innocent, the mean
But time to time,
a bullet

Carrie kept her
her scrapbook down the years
Of her brave boys, how she to read it
And a few by the way
Or lost the stomach for the
So young was always needed

Carrie noticed him away
The way his body would sway
a trawler boy
Finding his ashore
said he was just nineteen
A head case but his record was
Just the
They looking for

Carrie watched him through the
As they teased him behind his
They him Little Joe
'Cos he the ceiling
And he was the worse for wear
She him up the stair
And soon he
For her brand of

She said, lie like a rose on your pillow
Let me twine the laurel in your
I want to smell my love on fingers

If you to be mine, Little Joe
You harden your mind, Little Joe
got to fight for what is ours
Bring peace to the grave of my
Bring peace to the grave of my
Dry the old eyes of my
Joe

There's a down the way
Thick with soldiers and day
They'll hear the
All the way to
If you show you've got the
That you're sworn and brave
Then you'll stand
In the eyes of your

And I lie like a rose on your pillow
And I'll the laurel in your hair
I want to smell revenge on fingers

are the Tongues, Little Joe
The only we know
The only sound that'll reach ears
peace to the grave of my brother
Bring to the grave of my father
Dry the old of my mother
Joe

Now Little Joe jumped clear
But for the fear
Of scraping his knees there on the
The car was a bomb
Blew all to Kingdom
They how far
His had travelled

Another snatched from my pillow
I used to twine the laurel in his
I to smell sacrifice on my fingers

are the Tongues, Little Joe
The only words we
The only sound that'll their ears
peace to the grave of my brother
Bring to the grave of my father
Dry the old of my mother
Joe