Luyện nghe bài hát Guns Are The Tongues

Carrie ran a murderous
through and through
And the to prove
they squandered
And liked to kill so clean
Save the innocent, kill the
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 blood was needed

noticed him right away
The way his whole would sway
Like a boy
his legs ashore
They said he was nineteen
A head case but his was clean
the kind
They looking for

Carrie watched him the crack
As teased him behind his back
called him Little Joe
'Cos he the ceiling
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 hair
I want to smell my love on 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
Bring peace to the grave of my
Dry the old of my mother
Joe

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

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

Guns are the Tongues, Joe
The only we know
The only sound that'll reach 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 jumped
But for the awful
Of scraping his knees there on the
The car was a rolling
Blew all to Kingdom
marvelled how far
His had travelled

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

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