Luyện nghe bài hát Tuzla

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

Look, look at that little
Here, look through the
Someone his schoolhouse down
And blinking in the sun
He's something in the sun

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

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

I got you want
You got what I

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

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

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

A pot for the rain, a of shoes, two hand grenades
A spade for the grave, four eggs, three cigarettes
A stick of gum, wood 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 like sister
In a bed
Look, on the table
Looks like she did it for a loaf of

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

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