Luyện nghe bài hát Next (Au suivant)

Next,

as sin
An army towel covering my
of us blush
Somehow turning to jelly

Next,

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

Next,

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

Next,

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

But next,

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

Next, next,

Now I will recall
The truck, the flying flags
The queer lieutenant who
Our asses as if we were

Next,

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

Next, next,

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

Next, next,

And since then each
I have to bed
to laugh in my arms
To through my head

Next,

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

Next,

And I am not screaming
In a voice grown dry and
I stand on endless lines
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 line to

Not to be next
Not to be next