Luyện nghe bài hát Guns Are The Tongues

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

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

Carrie him right away
The way his body would sway
Like a boy
his legs ashore
They said he was just
A head case but his was clean
the kind
They were for

Carrie watched him through the
As they him behind his back
called him Little Joe
'Cos he the ceiling
And when he was the worse for
She him up the stair
And he fell
For her of healing

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

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
with soldiers night and day
They'll hear the
All the way to
If you you've got the stuff
That sworn and brave enough
Then you'll stand
In the eyes of your

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

are the Tongues, Little Joe
The words we know
The only sound that'll their ears
Bring to the grave of my brother
peace to the grave of my father
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 rolling
Blew all to Kingdom
They how far
His boots had

Another hero snatched from my
I used to twine the laurel in his
I want to smell sacrifice on my

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