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, through the binoculars
Someone burned his schoolhouse
And he's in the sun
He's drying in the sun

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

A of ham, a long 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 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 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 survives the bomb
See the on his greasy face

Handing a bottle to the foe
It's not the time to kill, not that he
As he takes a crumpled
And thinks is better yet

A pot for the rain, a pair of shoes, two hand
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 of blood, one pound of flesh

Line up to buy
up to die there

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

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

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