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 through the
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 not gonna smoke it yet
Maybe he's sell it
How much do you think he'll

A of ham, a long goodbye, three 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 bag, a place to hide, one sucker bet

I got what you
You got what I

Of all the sterling men of
We crave the one teach us not to feel

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

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

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

up to buy here
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 of bread

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

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