Luyện nghe bài hát Next (Au suivant)

Next,

as sin
An army towel covering my
of us blush
Somehow knees turning to

Next,

I was still a kid
There a hundred like me
I followed a naked
A naked followed me

Next,

I was still a kid
When my innocence was
In a army whorehouse
Gift of the army, free of

Next,

Me, I really have liked
A bit of tenderness
a word, a smile
An of happiness

But next,

Oh, it wasn't so
The high didn't fall
But how of that time
I hated being at all

Next, next,

Now I always will
The brothel truck, the flying
The lieutenant who slapped
Our asses as if we fags

Next,

I on the wet head
Of my case of gonorrhea
It is his voice
That I hear

Next, next,

That voice that of whiskey
Of and of mud
It is the voice of
It is the thick of blood

Next, next,

And then each woman
I have to bed
Seems to laugh in my
To through my head

Next,

All the naked and the
Should hold each other's
As they watch me scream at
In a no one understands

Next,

And when I am not
In a grown dry and hollow
I on endless naked lines
Of the following and the

Next, next, next,

One day cut my legs off
Or myself alive
Anything, do anything
To get out of line to

Not to be next
Not ever to be