Luyện nghe bài hát Guns Are The Tongues

Carrie ran a crew
Dedicated and through
And the to prove
they squandered
And they to kill so clean
Save the innocent, kill the
But from to time,
a bullet

Carrie kept her
her scrapbook down the years
Of her boys, how she cried to read it
And a few by the way
Or the stomach for the fray
So young blood was always

Carrie noticed him away
The way his whole body would
a trawler boy
Finding his legs
They said he was nineteen
A case but his record was clean
the kind
They were for

Carrie him through the crack
As they teased him behind his
called him Little Joe
'Cos he scraped the
And when he was the worse for
She took him up the
And he fell
For her of healing

She said, I'll lie like a rose on pillow
Let me the laurel in your hair
I want to smell my love on fingers

If you to be mine, Little Joe
You must harden your mind, Joe
We've got to fight for is ours
Bring peace to the grave of my
Bring peace to the grave of my
Dry the old eyes of my
Joe

There's a roadblock the way
Thick with night and day
hear the noise
All the way to
If you show you've got the
you're sworn and brave enough
Then you'll tall
In the eyes of your

And I lie like a rose on your pillow
And I'll twine the laurel in your
I want to smell revenge on your

are the Tongues, Little Joe
The words we know
The only sound that'll reach ears
Bring peace to the grave of my
Bring peace to the of my father
Dry the old eyes of my
Joe

Now Little Joe would've clear
But for the awful
Of scraping his knees there on the
The car was a rolling
all to Kingdom Come
They how far
His boots had

Another hero snatched from my
I used to twine the in his hair
I want to smell sacrifice on my

Guns are the Tongues, Joe
The only we know
The only that'll reach their ears
peace to the grave of my brother
Bring peace to the of my father
Dry the old eyes of my
Joe