Luyện nghe bài hát Tuzla

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

Look, look at little clown
Here, look through the
Someone burned his schoolhouse
And he's in the sun
He's something in the sun

Ha, an old tea bag, now, he rolls it up
Look, he made a
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 pinch of salt, a week of news, 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 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 survives the bomb
See the smirk on his greasy

Handing a bottle to the foe
It's not the time to kill, not that he
As he a crumpled bill
And this is better yet

A pot for the rain, a pair of shoes, two grenades
A spade for the grave, four lovely eggs, cigarettes
A of gum, some wood for a fire, two table legs
A cup of rice, a of blood, one pound of flesh

Line up to buy
Line up to die

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

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

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