Luyện nghe bài hát Next

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

Me, I would have liked a little bit of tenderness
a word, maybe a smile, maybe some happiness, but Next! Next!
Oh, it was not so
and did not fall
But how much at that
I hated being at all, Next! Next!
I still recall the brothel trucks, the flags
The queer slapped our arses
thinking we are fags. Next! Next! Next!

I on the wet headof my
First of gonorrhea
It is his ugly voice I forever fear, Next! Next!
A voice stinks of whiskey, corpses and of mud
The of nations
The voice of blood, Next! Next!
Since then each woman I have taken bed
They seem to lie in my
And whisper in my head, Next! Next!

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

One day cut my legs off
I'll 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