Luyện nghe bài hát Next (Au suivant)

Next,

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

Next,

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

Next,

I was still a kid
When my was lost
In a mobile army
of the army, free of cost

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 high heavens didn't
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 on the wet head
Of my first case of
It is his voice
That I forever

Next, next,

That voice that stinks of
Of and of mud
It is the voice of
It is the voice of blood

Next, next,

And since then each
I taken to bed
Seems to laugh in my
To whisper through my

Next,

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

Next,

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

Next, next, next,

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

Not to be next
Not ever to be