Luyện nghe bài hát Guns Are The Tongues

Carrie ran a murderous
Dedicated and through
And the chance to
they never
And they liked to so clean
Save the innocent, kill the
But time to time,
a wandered

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

noticed him right away
The way his whole body sway
a trawler 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 they teased him his back
They called him Joe
'Cos he scraped the
And when he was the for wear
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 my love on your fingers

If you to be mine, Little Joe
You must your mind, Little Joe
We've got to for what is ours
Bring peace to the grave of my
peace to the grave of my father
Dry the old of my mother
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 sworn and brave enough
Then you'll tall
In the of your Carrie

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 words we
The sound that'll reach their ears
Bring peace to the grave of my
Bring peace to the of my father
Dry the old eyes of my
Joe

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

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

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