Luyện nghe bài hát Guns Are The Tongues

Carrie ran a murderous
through and through
And the chance to
never squandered
And they liked to so clean
Save the innocent, the mean
But from to time,
a wandered

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

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

Carrie watched him through the
As teased him behind his back
They him Little Joe
'Cos he the ceiling
And when he was the worse for
She him up the stair
And he fell
For her of healing

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

If you want to be mine, Joe
You must harden mind, Little Joe
We've got to fight for what is
peace to the grave 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
They'll hear the
All the way to
If you show you've got the
That you're sworn and enough
Then stand tall
In the eyes of 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

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

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

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

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