Luyện nghe bài hát Mercenaries

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

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

And you past the glow
Of the flicker picture
Where the raincoat men
For a child to by
And the in doorways
Who nothing to say
your money is talking
To the ones you would try

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

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

She's in that of grace
Before finds her face
With a of old wisdoms
And a body still
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
evermore
And you as she fakes it
And of course you take it
better than others
You paid your money for

And used up your booty
And the girl's done her
And the has turned
And you you are done
And you're back on the
fresh marching feet
You see soldiers coming
And girl chooses one

And the has brought
Shots for what you have
And your leave is all
back 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
Back red blood
And you dream of the
As you in the mud
And you know you'd with her
If the deal could be
you'd rather be working at love
At love as trade