Luyện nghe bài hát Guns Are The Tongues

Carrie ran a murderous
through and through
And the chance to
they squandered
And they liked to so clean
Save the innocent, kill the
But from to time,
a bullet

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

Carrie him right away
The way his whole would sway
a trawler boy
Finding his ashore
said he was just nineteen
A head case but his was clean
Just the
were looking for

Carrie him through the crack
As they him behind his back
They called him Joe
'Cos he the ceiling
And he was the worse for wear
She took him up the
And he fell
For her brand of

She said, lie like a rose on your 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 your mind, Joe
We've got to for what is ours
peace to the grave 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
you're sworn and brave enough
Then you'll stand
In the eyes of Carrie

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

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

Now Little Joe would've clear
But for the fear
Of his knees there on the gravel
The car was a bomb
Blew all to Come
marvelled how far
His boots had

Another snatched from my pillow
I used to twine the in his hair
I to smell sacrifice on my fingers

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