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 the binoculars
Someone burned his schoolhouse
And he's in the sun
He's drying in the sun

Ha, an old tea bag, now, he rolls it up
Look, he a cigarette
But he's not smoke it yet
Maybe gonna sell it
How much do you think 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 week of news, four A's
A plastic bag, a to hide, one sucker bet

I got what you
You got I need

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

Look at the guy selling
Where the did he get it from?
He's the king of the
the bug that survives the bomb
See the smirk on his face

Handing a to the mortal foe
It's not the time to kill, not that he
As he a crumpled bill
And this is better 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 wood for a fire, two legs
A cup of rice, a pint of blood, one of flesh

Line up to buy
up to die there

Look, through that window
like your sister
In a bed
Look, on the table
Looks like she did it for a loaf of

Shit, got a knife
And snoring like a pig
Is he worth more alive or
How much for his
How for his head?

Though all the and all the times
We the coin and stash away the crimes