Luyện nghe bài hát Next (Au suivant)

Next,

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

Next,

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

Next,

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

Next,

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

But next,

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

Next, next,

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

Next,

I on the wet head
Of my first case of
It is his voice
That I hear

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 since then woman
I have to bed
Seems to laugh in my
To whisper through my

Next,

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

Next,

And when I am not
In a voice dry and hollow
I on endless naked lines
Of the and the followed

Next, next, next,

One day cut my legs off
Or burn alive
Anything, do anything
To get out of to survive

Not to be next
Not to be next