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, through the binoculars
burned his schoolhouse down
And he's in the sun
drying something in the sun

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

A slice of ham, a long goodbye, three 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 bag, a place to hide, one sucker bet

I got you want
You got I need

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

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

Handing a bottle to the foe
not the time to kill, not that he forgets
As he takes a crumpled
And this is better 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
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 like a pig
Is he worth more alive or
How much for his
How for his head?

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