Luyện nghe bài hát Guns Are The Tongues

Carrie ran a crew
Dedicated through and
And the to prove
they squandered
And liked to kill so clean
Save the innocent, the mean
But time to time,
a wandered

kept her souvenirs
Kept her down the years
Of her brave boys, how she cried to it
And a few by the way
Or lost the stomach for the
So young blood was needed

noticed him right away
The way his whole body would
a trawler boy
Finding his ashore
They said he was just
A head case but his was clean
Just the
were looking for

Carrie watched him the crack
As they him behind his back
They him Little Joe
he scraped the ceiling
And when he was the for wear
She took him up the
And he fell
For her brand of

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

If you to be mine, Little Joe
You must harden your mind, Joe
We've got to for what is ours
peace to the grave of my brother
Bring peace to the of my father
Dry the old eyes of my
Joe

There's a down the way
Thick with soldiers and day
They'll the noise
All the way to
If you show got the stuff
That sworn and brave enough
Then stand tall
In the of your Carrie

And I will lie like a rose on your
And twine the laurel in your hair
I want to smell on your fingers

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

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

Another snatched from my pillow
I to twine the laurel in his hair
I want to smell sacrifice on my

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