Luyện nghe bài hát Tuzla

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

Look, at that little clown
Here, through the binoculars
Someone 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 gonna it yet
Maybe he's gonna it
How do you think he'll get?

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

I got what you
You got what I

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

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

Handing a bottle to the foe
It's not the time to kill, not that he
As he a crumpled bill
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 legs
A cup of rice, a pint of blood, one of flesh

Line up to buy
Line up to die

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

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

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