Luyện nghe bài hát Tuzla

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

Look, at that little clown
Here, through the binoculars
burned his schoolhouse down
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 he's not smoke it yet
Maybe he's gonna it
How much do you 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 week of news, double A's
A plastic bag, a to hide, one sucker bet

I got you want
You got I need

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

at the guy selling beer
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

Handing a to the mortal foe
It's not the time to kill, not he forgets
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, four lovely eggs, three
A stick of gum, wood for a fire, two table legs
A cup of rice, a pint of blood, one of flesh

up to buy here
Line up to die

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

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

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