Luyện nghe bài hát Letter From Iraq

The hot sun
passes Mosque Spire.
B-company's pinned down-under fire.
the palms,
there's bombs
Jihad Johnny knows,
is a liar.

An eye for an eye.
And for Texas Tea.
At the call to
Al on his knees.
vs. Ishmael.
vs. Christ.
[...] on the
up the beat.

There's fire,
a thumb vote.
Tom is on a sortie
from the love boat,
bombs are coming,
See the running.
The are all laughing,
But we get the joke.

They lost another today.
It's rough over there.
They say the things fucked.
I the boys were back.
At I know they're still alive.
letter from Iraq.

Presents of Christmas loot.
All that's left of Bullet
is a of bloody boots.
His mom is on the
His is all alone.
We all stand in the
for a gun salute.