Luyện nghe bài hát Next (Au suivant)

Next,

as sin
An towel covering my belly
Some of us
Somehow knees to jelly

Next,

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

Next,

I was just a kid
my innocence was lost
In a mobile whorehouse
Gift of the army, of cost

Next,

Me, I really have liked
A little bit of
Maybe a word, a
An of happiness

But next,

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

Next, next,

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

Next,

I on the wet head
Of my first case of
It is his voice
That I forever

Next, next,

voice that stinks of whiskey
Of and of mud
It is the voice of
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 and the dead
Should each other's hands
As watch me scream at night
In a dream no one

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 I'll cut my off
Or burn alive
Anything, I'll do
To get out of line to

Not ever to be
Not to be next