Luyện nghe bài hát Mercenaries

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a slow motion night
In the hot city
time when the good folks
Are in bed
On a loose jointed
To recolor your
An' with notions alive
Alive in your

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

And you walk past the
Of the picture shows
Where the raincoat men
For a to come by
And the in doorways
Who nothing to say
'Cause your money is
To the ones that you try

And she owns the
With the pawnshop clock
the answer to dreams
That you pay to come
She's got no heart of
But that's not what she's
She just herself doing what she
she has to do

And she's all that hoping
As her coat falls
her bread and she leads you
To a bed on the
the ten million years
And through ten tears
The armies, bootmen marched
from their wars

She's in that of grace
Before finds her face
With a mind of old
And a body young
And she as sweet
As a child's chaco
Before the and the whiskey
Had wasted the of your tongue

the music again
Of the Grey men
That groaning symphony
Moans
And you as she fakes it
And of you just take it
better than others
You paid your money for

And used up your booty
And the done her duty
And the turnstile has
And you learn you are
And you're on the street
Joining marching feet
You see soldiers coming
And your girl one

And the has brought
Shots for you have caught
And your leave is all
back on the line
And you in the trenches
Of the hot wenches
And the things that do
When they next give you the

And you're back in army
Back red blood
And you dream of the
As you in the mud
And you know swap with her
If the could be made
'Cause you'd rather be at love
At love as trade