Luyện nghe bài hát Guns Are The Tongues

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

Carrie kept her
her scrapbook down the years
Of her boys, how she cried 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 whole would sway
Like a boy
Finding his ashore
said he was just nineteen
A head but his record was clean
the kind
They looking for

Carrie watched him through the
As teased 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 soon he
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 your mind, Little Joe
We've got to fight for is ours
Bring to the grave of my brother
peace to the grave of my father
Dry the old eyes of my
Joe

There's a roadblock the way
Thick soldiers night and day
They'll the noise
All the way to
If you you've got the stuff
That sworn and brave enough
Then you'll tall
In the eyes of Carrie

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

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

Now Little Joe would've clear
But for the awful
Of scraping his there on the gravel
The car was a rolling
all to Kingdom Come
They how far
His had travelled

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

Guns are the Tongues, Joe
The only 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 eyes of my
Joe