Luyện nghe bài hát Tuzla

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

Look, look at little clown
Here, look the binoculars
burned his schoolhouse down
And blinking in the sun
He's drying in the sun

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

A slice of ham, a goodbye, three days of peace
A bar of soap, a can of oil, ten years of
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 men of steel
We crave the one who'll us not to feel

at the guy selling beer
Where the hell did he get it
the king of the Hill
He's the bug that the bomb
See the smirk on his greasy

Handing a bottle to the foe
It's not the time to kill, not he forgets
As he takes a bill
And this is better yet

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

Line up to buy
up to die there

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

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

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