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 like me
I a naked body
A naked body me, Next! Next!
I was just a when my innocence was lost
In a mobile army
A of the army, free of cost. Next! Next! Next!

Me, I really would have liked a 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 much at that
I hated being at all, Next! Next!
I recall the brothel trucks, the flying flags
The queer slapped our arses
thinking we are fags. Next! Next! Next!

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

Oh, the naked and the
hold each others 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 endless lines of the following and the followed
The Next! Next!

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