Luyện nghe bài hát Guns Are The Tongues

Carrie ran a crew
through and through
And the to prove
they squandered
And they to kill so clean
the innocent, kill the mean
But from to time,
a wandered

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

noticed him right away
The way his whole body would
Like a boy
Finding his legs
They he was just nineteen
A head case but his was clean
the kind
They looking for

Carrie watched him the crack
As they teased him his back
They called him Joe
'Cos he scraped the
And when he was the for wear
She him up the stair
And he fell
For her of healing

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

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

There's a roadblock the way
with soldiers night and day
They'll the noise
All the way to
If you show you've got the
That you're sworn and enough
you'll stand tall
In the of your Carrie

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

are the Tongues, Little Joe
The words we know
The only sound reach their ears
peace to the grave of my brother
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 there on the gravel
The car was a bomb
Blew all to Come
They how far
His boots had

Another hero snatched from my
I used to twine the laurel in his
I want to sacrifice on my fingers

Guns are the Tongues, Joe
The only words we
The only sound reach their ears
Bring peace to the of my brother
Bring to the grave of my father
Dry the old eyes of my
Joe