Luyện nghe bài hát Mercenaries

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It's a slow night
In the hot lights
Past time the good folks
Are in bed
On a loose jointed
To your blues
An' illegal notions alive
Alive in head

And you are back from war
That been fighting for
old blue blood bastard
In a dark pinstripe
And the word from your
Has your in your groin
And your back pocket burning blood
With blood money

And you past the glow
Of the flicker shows
Where the men wait
For a child to by
And the in doorways
Who have to say
your money is talking
To the that you would try

And she owns the
the dead pawnshop clock
She's the to dreams
That you pay to true
got no heart of gold
But not what she's sold
She just herself doing what she
she has to do

And she's all that hoping
As her coat open
Give her and she leads you
To a bed on the
Where the ten million
And through ten billion
The armies, bootmen marched
Back from their

in that state of grace
Before time her face
a mind of old wisdoms
And a body still
And she as sweet
As a chaco chit
Before the and the whiskey
Had wasted the taste of tongue

Play the music
Of the Grey men
groaning blue symphony
Moans
And you watch as she it
And of course you take it
She's better than
You never your money for

And you've up your booty
And the done her duty
And the turnstile has
And you you are done
And you're on the street
Joining fresh feet
You see more soldiers
And your girl one

And the has brought
Shots for what you caught
And leave is all over
You're on the line
And you joke in the
Of the hot blooded
And the things that do
When they next you the time

And you're in your army
Back shedding red
And you of the girl
As you in the mud
And you know swap with her
If the deal be made
'Cause rather be working at love
At as your trade