Luyện nghe bài hát Marrying The Gunner s Daughter

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

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the Gunner's Daughter
You me, I go too far
Like a to the slaughter
Here he comes, the Blueblack