Luyện nghe bài hát Next

a sin
An army towel, covering my
Some of us weep, of us howl
turn to jelly, but Next! Next!
I was a child
A like me
I followed a body
A naked body me, Next! Next!
I was just a child when my was lost
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, a smile, maybe some happiness, but Next! Next!
Oh, it was not so
and did not fall
But how at that time
I being there at all, Next! Next!
I still recall the 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 case of
It is his ugly voice that I fear, Next! Next!
A that stinks of whiskey, corpses and of mud
The of nations
The voice of blood, Next! Next!
Since each woman I have taken into bed
seem to lie in my arms
And they in my head, Next! Next!

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

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