Luyện nghe bài hát Mercenaries

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a slow motion night
In the hot lights
Past time when the folks
Are in bed
On a loose cruise
To your blues
An' with notions alive
in your head

And you are back some war
you've been fighting for
Some old blood bastard
In a dark pinstripe
And the word from loins
Has mind in your groin
And back pocket burning with blood
With blood money

And you past the glow
Of the flicker shows
Where the men wait
For a to come by
And the in doorways
Who have to say
'Cause money is talking
To the that you would try

And she the block
With the pawnshop clock
She's the to dreams
That you pay to true
got no heart of gold
But that's not she's sold
She just sees herself doing she
she has to do

And she's all that you're
As her coat open
Give her and she leads you
To a bed on the
Where the ten million
And ten billion tears
The armies, bootmen marched
from their wars

She's in that of grace
Before time finds her
a mind of old wisdoms
And a body young
And she as sweet
As a chaco chit
the butts and the whiskey
Had wasted the taste of tongue

the music again
Of the Grey men
That blue symphony
evermore
And you watch as she it
And of course you just it
She's than others
You never paid money for

And you've up your booty
And the done her duty
And the has turned
And you learn you are
And back on the street
fresh marching feet
You see soldiers coming
And your chooses one

And the has brought
Shots for what you have
And leave is all over
back on the line
And you in the trenches
Of the hot blooded
And the things you'll do
When they next you the time

And back in your army
Back shedding red
And you of the girl
As you in the mud
And you know you'd with her
If the deal be made
you'd rather be working at love
At love as trade