Luyện nghe bài hát Next

a sin
An army towel, covering my
of us weep, some of us howl
Knees to jelly, but Next! Next!
I was just a
A hundred me
I followed a naked
A naked followed me, Next! Next!
I was just a child when my innocence was
In a mobile whorehouse
A gift of the army, of cost. Next! Next! Next!

Me, I really would have a little bit of tenderness
Maybe a word, maybe a smile, maybe happiness, but Next! Next!
Oh, it was not so
and did not fall
But how much at time
I hated there at all, Next! Next!
I still recall the brothel trucks, the flying
The queer lieutenant our arses
thinking we are fags. Next! Next! Next!

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

Oh, the naked and the
Could hold others hands
As watch me dream at night
In a dream that understands
And I am not dreaming in a voice grown dry 'n' hollow
I stand on endless naked lines of the following and the
The Next! Next!

One day cut my legs off
I'll burn alive
do anything to get out of life, to survive
Not to be next, Next! Next!
Not ever to be next, not