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

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