Luyện nghe bài hát Next

N E X T
a sin
An army towel, covering my
Some of us weep, some of us
turn to jelly, but Next! Next!
I was a child
A hundred me
I followed a naked
A body followed me, Next! Next!
I was just a child my innocence was lost
In a army whorehouse
A of the army, free of cost. Next! Next! Next!

Me, I really would liked a little bit of tenderness
Maybe a word, maybe a smile, maybe happiness, but Next! Next!
Oh, it was not so
and heaven did not
But how at that time
I hated being at all, Next! Next!
I recall the brothel trucks, the flying flags
The queer lieutenant slapped our
He's we are fags. Next! Next! Next!

I swear on the wet my
case of gonorrhea
It is his voice that I forever fear, Next! Next!
A that stinks of whiskey, corpses and of mud
The voice of
The voice of blood, Next! Next!
then each woman I have taken into bed
They to lie in my arms
And whisper in my head, Next! Next!

Oh, the naked and the
Could each other's hands
As watch me dream at night
In a dream nobody understands
And I am not dreaming in a voice grown dry 'n' hollow
I stand on endless naked lines of the and the followed
The Next! Next!

One day I'll cut my off
burn myself alive
I'll do to get out of life, to survive
Not to be next, Next! Next!
Not ev....er... to be next, not ev............er.....ahh