Luyện nghe bài hát Marrying The Gunner s Daughter

There was a boy, a boy
Grew up to be some of man
Lived in a wood, tried to be
his bad old man
Found a scheme, learned to
Just to get through the
Before long he grew so
He didn't either way
He wanted death, but his last
They sentenced him to
Anarchy and girl's
for life
(Nice.....dream)
There was a man, a man
Grew up to be kind of boy (nice)
Ate scraps people's laps
dream reality
He got to be a tough
And look in the eye
by fashion, strapped to a cannon
So your powder dry
Marrying the Gunner's
You me, I go too far
Like a to the slaughter
Here he comes, the Hussar
Strapped to a gun ain't fun
But all that he had left
Got a number one, for fun
playing Russian roulette
He got to be a monkey
So look in the eye
by fashion, strapped to a cannon
So keep your dry
Marrying the Daughter
You me, I go too far
Like a heifer to the
Here he comes, the Hussar
Marrying the Daughter
You me, I go too far
Like a to the slaughter
he comes, the Blueblack Hussar
He death, but his last breath
They sentenced him to
and girl's bodies
Epiphany for

Nice
Nice
Marrying the Daughter
You me, I go too far
Like a to the slaughter
Here he comes, the Blueblack