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 through the
Someone burned his schoolhouse
And blinking in the sun
He's 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
Maybe gonna 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 pinch of salt, a of news, four double A's
A plastic bag, a to hide, one sucker bet

I got you want
You got what I

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 of the Hill
He's the bug that the bomb
See the smirk on his face

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

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

Line up to buy
Line up to die

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

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

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