Luyện nghe bài hát Tuzla

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

Look, at that little clown
Here, through the binoculars
Someone burned his down
And blinking in the sun
drying something in the sun

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

A of ham, a long 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 what I

Of all the men of steel
We crave the one who'll teach us not to

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 to kill, not that he forgets
As he takes a bill
And thinks this is yet

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

Line up to buy
up to die there

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

Shit, got a knife
And he's snoring a pig
Is he more alive or dead?
How much for his
How for his head?

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