Luyện nghe bài hát Next (Au suivant)

Next,

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

Next,

I was just a kid
There a hundred like me
I a naked body
A naked body me

Next,

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

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 much of that
I hated being at all

Next, next,

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

Next,

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

Next, next,

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

Next, next,

And then each woman
I taken to bed
Seems to in my arms
To whisper my head

Next,

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

Next,

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

Next, next, next,

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

Not to be next
Not ever to be