Luyện nghe bài hát Mercenaries

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It's a slow motion
In the hot city
Past when the good folks
Are in bed
On a loose jointed
To your blues
An' with illegal alive
Alive in your

And you are from some war
That you've been for
Some old blood bastard
In a dark suit
And the word from your
Has your in your groin
And your back burning with blood
With blood loot

And you walk past the
Of the flicker picture
the raincoat 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 dead clock
She's the answer to
That you pay to true
got no heart of gold
But not what she's sold
She sees herself doing what she
she has to do

And all that you're hoping
As her falls open
Give her bread and she you
To a bed on the
Where the ten years
And through ten tears
The armies, bootmen have
Back their wars

She's in that state of
Before finds her face
a mind of old wisdoms
And a body still
And she tastes as
As a chaco chit
the butts and the whiskey
Had wasted the taste of tongue

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

And you've used up your
And the girl's her duty
And the has turned
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
for what you have caught
And leave is all over
back on the line
And you in the trenches
Of the hot blooded
And the things that do
When next give you the time

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