Luyện nghe bài hát Guns Are The Tongues

Carrie ran a murderous
Dedicated through and
And the to prove
they squandered
And they liked to kill so
Save the innocent, kill the
But time to time,
a bullet

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

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

Carrie watched him through the
As teased him behind his back
They him Little Joe
'Cos he scraped the
And when he was the worse for
She him up the stair
And he fell
For her brand of

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

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

There's a down the way
Thick with night and day
They'll the noise
All the way to
If you you've got the stuff
That you're sworn and enough
Then stand tall
In the eyes of your

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

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

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

Another hero snatched from my
I to twine the laurel in his hair
I to smell sacrifice on my fingers

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