Luyện nghe bài hát Tuzla

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

Look, look at little clown
Here, look the binoculars
Someone his schoolhouse down
And blinking in the sun
drying something 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 sell it
How much do you think he'll

A slice of ham, a goodbye, three days of peace
A bar of soap, a can of oil, ten of debt
A pinch of salt, a week of news, four A's
A plastic bag, a to hide, one sucker bet

I got you want
You got I need

Of all the men of steel
We crave the one teach us not to feel

Look at the guy selling
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

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

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

Line up to buy
Line up to die

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

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

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