Luyện nghe bài hát Guns Are The Tongues

Carrie ran a murderous
through and through
And the chance to
they squandered
And liked to kill so clean
the innocent, kill the mean
But from to time,
a bullet

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

Carrie him right away
The way his whole body sway
Like a boy
Finding his legs
They he was just nineteen
A head but his record was clean
the kind
They were for

watched him through the crack
As they him behind his back
called him Little Joe
'Cos he the ceiling
And he was the worse for wear
She took him up the
And soon he
For her of healing

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

If you to be mine, Little Joe
You must harden mind, Little Joe
We've got to fight for is ours
Bring to the grave of my brother
Bring to the grave of my father
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
you're sworn and brave enough
Then you'll tall
In the eyes of your

And I will lie like a on your pillow
And I'll twine the laurel in hair
I want to revenge on your 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 to the grave of my father
Dry the old eyes of my
Joe

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

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

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