Luyện nghe bài hát Tuzla

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

Look, at that little clown
Here, look the binoculars
Someone his schoolhouse down
And he's in the sun
He's drying 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 gonna sell it
How much do you he'll get?

A slice of ham, a goodbye, three days of peace
A bar of soap, a can of oil, ten of debt
A pinch of salt, a week of news, four 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 teach us not to feel

Look at the guy beer
the hell did he get it from?
He's the of the Hill
He's the bug survives the bomb
See the smirk on his face

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

A pot for the rain, a pair of shoes, two grenades
A for the grave, four lovely eggs, three cigarettes
A stick of gum, some for a fire, two table legs
A cup of rice, a pint of blood, one pound of

up to buy here
Line up to die

Look, look through that
Looks like your
In a bed
Look, there on the
Looks like she did it for a loaf of

Shit, got a knife
And he's snoring a pig
Is he worth alive or dead?
How much for his
How for his head?

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