Luyện nghe bài hát Tuzla

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

Look, look at that little
Here, through the binoculars
Someone his schoolhouse down
And he's in the sun
He's drying in the sun

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

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, double 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 the one who'll teach us not to feel

Look at the guy selling
Where the hell did he get it
He's the king of the
the bug that 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 thinks this is yet

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

up to buy here
Line up to die

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

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

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