Luyện nghe bài hát Mercenaries

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It's a slow night
In the hot city
time when the good folks
Are in bed
On a jointed cruise
To your blues
An' illegal notions alive
in your head

And you are back some war
That you've fighting for
Some old blood bastard
In a pinstripe suit
And the word from your
Has your mind in groin
And your back pocket with blood
With blood loot

And you walk past the
Of the flicker picture
Where the raincoat men
For a child to by
And the women in
Who have to say
'Cause your is talking
To the that you would try

And she the block
With the dead pawnshop
She's the to dreams
you pay to come true
She's got no of gold
But that's not what she's
She sees herself doing what she
she has to do

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

in that state of grace
Before finds her face
With a mind of old
And a still young
And she as sweet
As a chaco chit
the butts and the whiskey
Had the taste of your tongue

Play the music
Of the stubble men
That groaning symphony
Moans
And you watch as she it
And of course you take it
better than others
You never paid money for

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

And the has brought
for what you have caught
And your leave is all
You're on the line
And you in the trenches
Of the hot wenches
And the that you'll do
When they next you the time

And you're in your army
shedding red blood
And you dream of the
As you in the mud
And you know you'd swap her
If the deal could be
'Cause rather be working at love
At love as trade