Luyện nghe bài hát Tuzla

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

Look, at that little clown
Here, look through the
Someone burned his schoolhouse
And blinking in the sun
drying something in the sun

Ha, it's an old tea bag, now, he it up
Look, he a cigarette
But not gonna smoke it yet
he's gonna sell 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 of debt
A pinch of salt, a week of news, four A's
A bag, a place to hide, one sucker bet

I got you want
You got what I

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

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

a bottle to the mortal foe
It's not the time to kill, not he forgets
As he takes a crumpled
And this is better yet

A pot for the rain, a pair of shoes, two hand
A spade for the grave, 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

Line up to buy
up to die there

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

Shit, she's got a
And snoring like a pig
Is he worth more alive or
How much for his
How much for his

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