Luyện nghe bài hát Mercenaries

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It's a slow motion
In the hot lights
Past when the good folks
Are in bed
On a loose cruise
To recolor your
An' with notions alive
Alive in head

And you are from some war
That been fighting for
Some old blue bastard
In a dark suit
And the word from loins
Has mind in your groin
And your back pocket with blood
blood money loot

And you past the glow
Of the flicker shows
Where the men wait
For a to come by
And the women in
Who nothing to say
'Cause money is talking
To the that you would try

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

And she's all that you're
As her coat falls
her bread and she leads you
To a bed on the
Where the ten million
And through ten billion
The armies, have marched
Back their wars

She's in that state of
time finds her face
With a mind of old
And a still young
And she tastes as
As a child's chaco
Before the and the whiskey
Had wasted the taste of your

Play the music
Of the stubble men
That groaning symphony
evermore
And you watch as she it
And of course you just it
She's better others
You never your money for

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

And the has brought
for what you have caught
And leave is all over
You're back on the
And you joke in the
Of the hot wenches
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
'Cause rather be working at love
At as your trade