Luyện nghe bài hát Tuzla

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

Look, look at that clown
Here, through the binoculars
burned his schoolhouse down
And he's in the sun
He's something in the sun

Ha, an old tea bag, now, he rolls it up
Look, he a cigarette
But he's not smoke it yet
Maybe he's gonna 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 years of
A of salt, a week of news, four double A's
A plastic bag, a place to hide, one 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 hell did he get it
the king 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 time to kill, not he forgets
As he takes a crumpled
And thinks is better yet

A pot for the rain, a pair of shoes, two hand
A spade for the grave, four lovely eggs, three
A stick of gum, some 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 that window
Looks like your
In a bed
Look, there on the
Looks she did it for a loaf of bread

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

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