Luyện nghe bài hát Guns Are The Tongues

Carrie ran a crew
through and through
And the chance to
never squandered
And liked to kill so clean
Save the innocent, kill the
But from to time,
a wandered

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

Carrie noticed him away
The way his whole body sway
a trawler boy
Finding his ashore
They he was just nineteen
A head but his record was clean
the kind
They looking for

Carrie watched him through the
As they teased him behind his
They him Little Joe
'Cos he scraped the
And when he was the worse for
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 hair
I want to my love on your fingers

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

There's a roadblock the way
with soldiers night and day
They'll hear the
All the way to
If you show got the stuff
That you're and brave enough
Then you'll tall
In the eyes of Carrie

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

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

Now Joe would've 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 boots had

Another hero snatched my pillow
I used to the laurel in his hair
I want to smell sacrifice on my

are the Tongues, Little Joe
The words we know
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