Luyện nghe bài hát Guns Are The Tongues

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

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

Carrie noticed him away
The way his whole body would
Like a boy
Finding his ashore
They he was just nineteen
A head but his record was clean
Just the
They looking for

Carrie watched him the crack
As they teased him behind his
called him Little Joe
'Cos he scraped the
And when he was the worse for
She him up the stair
And soon he
For her brand of

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

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

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

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

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

Now Joe would've jumped clear
But for the awful
Of scraping his knees on the gravel
The car was a bomb
all to Kingdom Come
They how far
His boots had

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

Guns are the Tongues, 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