Luyện nghe bài hát Enemy Lines

You say happy
But you so sad
Did you I would keep this bitter tongue
Behind crooked teeth and angry
Now upset
But you've gotta admit, catchy

Not that I you care
But I don't feel right here
I'm not gonna it after all

I am the last of my
Just a yank in southern
enemy lines
And alone to find out how I wound up
mistake, a reason to run
But a soldier marches on
Knowing the worst may be yet to come

You don't to hear it
When you could be
What's a house? A bed? A pillow? A
If you got no trust then you got no
got problems
And your bags are heavy

Not that I think you
But I feel right being here
I'm not gonna make it all

I am the of my kind
Just a in southern battlefields
enemy lines
And alone to out how I wound up here
mistake, a reason to run
But a soldier marches on
the worst may be still yet to come

It was right before our
I am but I had to write a song
how you were wrong
I'm not even you were
But dear, how I cope
It's all I
Now both casualties in this
And Every kiss and word
They were bullets spraying hazardly lips

I am the of my kind
a yank in southern battlefields
Behind lines
And to find out how I wound up here
mistake, a reason to run
But a good marches on
Knowing the may be still yet to come
And the worst may be yet to come