Luyện nghe bài hát Tuzla

Of all the treasure in our
We love the God of war the best

Look, look at that clown
Here, look through the
Someone burned his down
And blinking in the sun
He's drying 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
he's gonna sell it
How much do you think get?

A slice of ham, a 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 you want
You got what I

Of all the sterling men of
We crave the one who'll us not to feel

Look at the guy beer
Where the did he get it from?
He's the of the Hill
He's the bug that survives the
See the smirk on his greasy

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

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

up to buy here
Line up to die

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

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

all the days and all the times
We count the and stash away the crimes