Luyện nghe bài hát Guns Are The Tongues

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

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

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

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

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

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

There's a down the way
with soldiers night and day
They'll the noise
All the way to
If you show got the stuff
That you're and brave enough
you'll stand tall
In the eyes of your

And I will lie like a on your pillow
And I'll twine the laurel in your
I want to smell revenge on your

Guns are the Tongues, Joe
The only we know
The only sound that'll their ears
Bring 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 clear
But for the fear
Of scraping his knees there on the
The car was a rolling
Blew all to Come
marvelled how far
His had travelled

Another hero snatched from my
I used to twine the in his hair
I want to smell sacrifice on my

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