Luyện nghe bài hát Next (Au suivant)

Next,

as sin
An army covering my belly
of us blush
Somehow knees to jelly

Next,

I was still a kid
were a hundred like me
I a naked body
A body followed me

Next,

I was just a kid
When my was lost
In a army whorehouse
Gift of the army, free of

Next,

Me, I really would liked
A little bit of
Maybe a word, a
An hour of

But next,

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

Next, next,

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

Next,

I swear on the wet
Of my first of gonorrhea
It is his ugly
That I hear

Next, next,

That voice that stinks of
Of and of mud
It is the of nations
It is the thick voice of

Next, next,

And since then each
I taken to bed
Seems to laugh in my
To whisper through my

Next,

All the naked and the
Should hold each hands
As they watch me at night
In a dream no one

Next,

And when I am not
In a voice dry and hollow
I stand on naked lines
Of the and the followed

Next, next, next,

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

Not to be next
Not ever to be