Luyện nghe bài hát Tuzla

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

Look, at that little clown
Here, through the binoculars
Someone burned his 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 gonna it yet
he's gonna sell it
How much do you think get?

A slice of ham, a long goodbye, days of peace
A bar of soap, a can of oil, ten years of
A pinch of salt, a week of news, 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 us not to feel

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

a bottle 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 hand
A spade for the grave, four lovely eggs, 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
Line up to die

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

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

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