Luyện nghe bài hát Next

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

I swear on the wet of my
First of gonorrhea
It is his voice that I forever fear, Next! Next!
A voice stinks of whiskey, corpses and of mud
The voice of
The thick 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 naked and the
Could hold each hands
As they me dream at night
In a dream nobody understands
And though I am not in a voice grown dry 'n' hollow
I stand on endless naked lines of the following and the
The Next! Next!

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