Luyện nghe bài hát Next (Au suivant)

Next,

as sin
An army towel my belly
Some of us
Somehow knees turning to

Next,

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

Next,

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

Next,

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

But next,

Oh, it so tragic
The high heavens didn't
But how much of time
I being there at all

Next, next,

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

Next,

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

Next, next,

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

Next, next,

And then each woman
I have to bed
to laugh in my arms
To whisper through my

Next,

All the naked and the
Should each other's hands
As watch me scream at night
In a dream no one

Next,

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

Next, next, next,

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

Not to be next
Not ever to be