Luyện nghe bài hát Tuzla

Of all the treasure in our
We love the God of war the best

Look, look at that little
Here, look through the
Someone burned his down
And blinking in the sun
He's something in the sun

Ha, it's an old tea bag, now, he it up
Look, he made a
But he's not smoke it yet
Maybe he's gonna it
How do you think he'll get?

A slice of ham, a long goodbye, three days of
A bar of soap, a can of oil, ten years of
A pinch of salt, a of news, four double A's
A plastic bag, a place to hide, one bet

I got what you
You got I need

Of all the sterling men of
We crave the one who'll teach us not to

at the guy selling beer
Where the hell did he get it
He's the of the Hill
He's the bug survives the bomb
See the on his greasy face

Handing a bottle to the foe
It's not the to kill, not that he forgets
As he takes a crumpled
And thinks this is yet

A pot for the rain, a pair of shoes, two hand
A spade for the grave, four eggs, three cigarettes
A stick of gum, some wood for a fire, two legs
A cup of rice, a of blood, one pound of flesh

Line up to buy
up to die there

Look, look through window
Looks like sister
In a bed
Look, on the table
Looks like she did it for a of bread

Shit, she's got a
And he's like a pig
Is he more alive or dead?
How for his boots?
How for his head?

Though all the days and all the
We count the coin and stash away the