Luyện nghe bài hát Tuzla

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

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

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

A slice of ham, a long goodbye, three of peace
A bar of soap, a can of oil, ten of debt
A of salt, a week of news, four double A's
A plastic bag, a to hide, one sucker bet

I got you want
You got I need

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

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

Handing a to the mortal foe
It's not the time to kill, not that he
As he a crumpled bill
And thinks is better yet

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

Line up to buy
up to die there

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

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

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