Luyện nghe bài hát Next (Au suivant)

Next,

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

Next,

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

Next,

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

Next,

Me, I would have liked
A bit of tenderness
Maybe a word, a
An hour of

But next,

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

Next, next,

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

Next,

I swear on the wet
Of my first of gonorrhea
It is his voice
I forever hear

Next, next,

That voice 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 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 I am not screaming
In a grown dry and hollow
I stand on endless lines
Of the and the followed

Next, next, next,

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

Not to be next
Not ever to be