Luyện nghe bài hát Tuzla

Of all the in our chest
We love the golden God of war the

Look, look at that little
Here, look the binoculars
burned his schoolhouse down
And he's in the sun
drying something in the sun

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

A of ham, a long goodbye, three days of peace
A bar of soap, a can of oil, ten years of
A pinch of salt, a of news, four double A's
A bag, a place to hide, one sucker bet

I got you want
You got I need

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

at the guy selling beer
Where the hell did he get it
the king of the Hill
He's the bug survives the bomb
See the smirk on his face

a bottle to the mortal foe
It's not the time to kill, not he forgets
As he takes a bill
And thinks this is yet

A pot for the rain, a of shoes, two hand grenades
A spade for the grave, lovely eggs, three cigarettes
A stick of gum, some wood for a fire, two legs
A cup of rice, a of blood, one pound of flesh

up to buy here
Line up to die

Look, look through window
Looks your sister
In a bed
Look, there on the
Looks she did it for a loaf of bread

Shit, got a knife
And snoring like a pig
Is he worth more or dead?
How for his boots?
How for his head?

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