Luyện nghe bài hát Tuzla

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

Look, look at that clown
Here, look through the
burned his schoolhouse down
And blinking in the sun
He's drying in the sun

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

A slice of ham, a goodbye, three days 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 what you
You got I need

Of all the sterling men of
We crave the one 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 bottle to the foe
It's not the to kill, not that he forgets
As he takes a crumpled
And this is better yet

A pot for the rain, a of shoes, two hand grenades
A spade for the grave, four 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 that window
Looks like sister
In a bed
Look, there on the
Looks like she did it for a of bread

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

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