Luyện nghe bài hát Next (Au suivant)

Next,

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

Next,

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

Next,

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

Next,

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

But next,

Oh, it wasn't so
The high heavens didn't
But how much of time
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 case of gonorrhea
It is his ugly
I forever hear

Next, next,

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

Next, next,

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

Next,

All the naked and the
Should hold other's hands
As they watch me at night
In a no one understands

Next,

And when I am not
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 myself alive
Anything, I'll do
To get out of to survive

Not ever to be
Not ever to be