Luyện nghe bài hát Guns Are The Tongues

Carrie ran a crew
through and through
And the to prove
never squandered
And they liked to kill so
Save the innocent, kill the
But time to time,
a wandered

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

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

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

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

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

There's a down the way
Thick with soldiers and day
They'll the noise
All the way to
If you you've got the stuff
you're sworn and brave enough
Then you'll stand
In the eyes of your

And I will lie like a on your pillow
And twine the laurel in your hair
I want to revenge on your fingers

are the Tongues, Little Joe
The only we know
The only that'll reach their ears
Bring peace to the grave of my
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 on the gravel
The car was a bomb
Blew all to Come
They how far
His had travelled

hero snatched from my pillow
I used to twine the laurel in his
I want to smell sacrifice on my

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