Luyện nghe bài hát Guns Are The Tongues

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

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 young blood was needed

Carrie him right away
The way his whole would sway
Like a boy
Finding his ashore
said he was just nineteen
A head case but his record was
the kind
They were for

Carrie watched him through the
As they teased him his back
They called him Joe
he scraped the ceiling
And when he was the worse for
She took him up the
And soon he
For her brand of

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

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

There's a down the way
Thick soldiers night and day
hear the noise
All the way to
If you show got the stuff
That you're and brave enough
Then you'll tall
In the of your Carrie

And I lie like a rose on your pillow
And twine 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 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 awful
Of scraping his knees on the gravel
The car was a rolling
Blew all to Kingdom
marvelled how far
His had travelled

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

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