Luyện nghe bài hát Guns Are The Tongues

Carrie ran a murderous
Dedicated and through
And the to prove
they never
And they liked to so clean
the innocent, kill the mean
But from to time,
a bullet

Carrie kept her
Kept her scrapbook down the
Of her brave boys, how she cried to 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 body sway
a trawler boy
Finding his ashore
They said he was nineteen
A head case but his was clean
Just the
They looking for

Carrie him through the crack
As they teased him his back
called him Little Joe
'Cos he the ceiling
And when he was the for wear
She him up the stair
And soon he
For her brand of

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

If you to be mine, Little Joe
You must harden mind, Little Joe
got to fight for what is ours
Bring peace to the of my brother
peace to the grave of my father
Dry the old eyes of my
Joe

There's a down the way
Thick with soldiers and day
hear the noise
All the way to
If you you've got the stuff
you're sworn and brave enough
Then stand tall
In the eyes of your

And I will lie a rose on your pillow
And twine the laurel in your hair
I want to revenge on your fingers

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

Now Little Joe jumped clear
But for the fear
Of scraping his knees there on the
The car was a bomb
all to Kingdom Come
They how far
His had travelled

hero snatched from my pillow
I used to twine the in his hair
I to smell sacrifice on my fingers

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