Luyện nghe bài hát Tuzla

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

Look, look at that clown
Here, look through the
Someone burned his down
And he's in the sun
drying something in the sun

Ha, it's an old tea bag, now, he it up
Look, he made a
But he's not smoke it yet
Maybe he's sell it
How much do you think 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 place to hide, one bet

I got what you
You got I need

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

at the guy selling beer
Where the did he get it from?
He's the of the Hill
He's the bug that survives the
See the smirk on his greasy

a bottle to the mortal foe
It's not the time to kill, not he forgets
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 stick of gum, some wood for a fire, two legs
A cup of rice, a pint of blood, one pound of

Line up to buy
Line up to die

Look, look through window
like 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 like a pig
Is he worth more 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