Luyện nghe bài hát Next

a sin
An army towel, my belly
Some of us weep, some of us
turn to jelly, but Next! Next!
I was just a
A hundred me
I a naked body
A naked body 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 liked a little bit of tenderness
Maybe a word, maybe a smile, 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 recall the brothel trucks, the flying flags
The lieutenant slapped our arses
He's we are fags. Next! Next! Next!

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

Oh, the and the dead
Could hold each hands
As they watch me dream at
In a that nobody understands
And though I am not dreaming in a voice grown dry 'n'
I stand on naked lines of the following and the followed
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