Luyện nghe bài hát Guns Are The Tongues

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

Carrie her souvenirs
Kept her scrapbook down the
Of her boys, how she cried to read it
And a few by the way
Or lost the for the fray
So young blood was always

Carrie noticed him right
The way his body would sway
a trawler boy
Finding his ashore
They he was just nineteen
A case but his record was clean
the kind
They were for

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

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

If you want to be mine, Joe
You must harden mind, Little Joe
We've got to for what is ours
Bring to the grave of my brother
Bring peace to the of my father
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 you've got the
That sworn and brave enough
Then you'll stand
In the of your Carrie

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

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

Now Little Joe jumped clear
But for the fear
Of his knees there on the gravel
The car was a rolling
Blew all to Kingdom
marvelled how far
His boots had

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

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