Luyện nghe bài hát Next

a sin
An army towel, my belly
of us weep, some of us howl
Knees to jelly, but Next! Next!
I was just a
A hundred me
I a naked body
A naked followed me, Next! Next!
I was just a when my innocence was lost
In a mobile army
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, maybe happiness, but Next! Next!
Oh, it was not so
and heaven did not
But how much at that
I being there at all, Next! Next!
I still recall the brothel trucks, the flags
The queer lieutenant our arses
thinking we are fags. Next! Next! Next!

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

Oh, the and the dead
Could hold each others
As watch me dream 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 and the followed
The Next! Next!

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