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
Before he grew so strong
He didn't care 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
up to be some kind of boy (nice)
Ate scraps form people's
Made dream
He got to be a monkey
And them in the eye
Death by fashion, strapped to a
So keep 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 ain't fun
But it's all that he had
Got a one, just for fun
playing Russian roulette
He got to be a tough
So them in the eye
Death by fashion, strapped to a
So keep powder dry
Marrying the Daughter
You me, I go too far
a heifer 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 wanted death, but his last
They sentenced him to
Anarchy and girl's
for life

Nice
dream
Marrying the Gunner's
You me, I go too far
a heifer to the slaughter
Here he comes, the Blueblack