Luyện nghe bài hát Mercenaries

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a slow motion night
In the hot city
Past time the good folks
Are in bed
On a loose cruise
To recolor blues
An' illegal notions alive
Alive in your

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

And you past the glow
Of the flicker picture
the raincoat men wait
For a to come by
And the in doorways
Who nothing to say
'Cause your money is
To the that you would try

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

And all that you're hoping
As her falls open
Give her 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 time finds her
With a of old wisdoms
And a still young
And she tastes as
As a child's chit
Before the butts and the
Had wasted the taste of tongue

the music again
Of the stubble men
That blue symphony
Moans
And you as she fakes it
And of you just take it
better than others
You never paid money for

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

And the has brought
Shots for what you caught
And your leave is all
You're back on the
And you in the trenches
Of the hot blooded
And the things you'll do
When they next you the time

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