Luyện nghe bài hát Guns Are The Tongues

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

kept her souvenirs
Kept her down the years
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 him right away
The way his whole would sway
a trawler boy
Finding his ashore
They he was just nineteen
A case but his record was clean
the kind
They looking for

Carrie him through the crack
As they him behind his back
They him Little 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 smell my love on fingers

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

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

And I will lie like a rose on your
And I'll twine the laurel in your
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
peace to the grave of my father
Dry the old eyes of my
Joe

Now Joe would've jumped clear
But for the fear
Of his knees there on the gravel
The car was a bomb
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 peace to the grave of my
Bring to the grave of my father
Dry the old of my mother
Joe