Luyện nghe bài hát Tuzla

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

Look, look at that clown
Here, look the binoculars
Someone burned his 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 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 years of
A pinch of salt, a of news, four double A's
A plastic bag, a to hide, one sucker bet

I got what you
You got I need

Of all the sterling men of
We crave the one who'll 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 survives the bomb
See the on his greasy face

a bottle to the mortal foe
It's not the to kill, not that he forgets
As he a crumpled bill
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 of gum, some wood for a fire, two table legs
A cup of rice, a pint of blood, one pound of

up to buy here
Line up to die

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

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

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