Luyện nghe bài hát Next

a sin
An army towel, covering my
Some of us weep, of us howl
Knees to jelly, but Next! Next!
I was a child
A like me
I followed a naked
A body followed 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 have 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 there at all, Next! Next!
I still recall the brothel trucks, the flying
The queer lieutenant slapped our
He's we are fags. Next! Next! Next!

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

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

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