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
Someone burned his down
And blinking in the sun
He's drying 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 he's 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 place to hide, one bet

I got what you
You got what I

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

Look at the guy selling
Where the hell did he get it
the king of the Hill
He's the bug survives the bomb
See the smirk on his face

Handing a bottle to the foe
It's not the time to kill, not he forgets
As he takes a crumpled
And thinks this is yet

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

Shit, got a knife
And snoring like a pig
Is he worth more or dead?
How much for his
How for his head?

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