Luyện nghe bài hát Marrying The Gunner s Daughter

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

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