Luyện nghe bài hát Tuzla

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

Look, look at that clown
Here, look through the
burned his schoolhouse down
And he's 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 not gonna smoke it yet
Maybe he's sell it
How much do you think get?

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

I got you want
You got I need

Of all the sterling men of
We crave the one teach us not to feel

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

Handing a to the mortal foe
not the time to kill, not that he forgets
As he a crumpled 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 stick of gum, 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 window
like your sister
In a bed
Look, there on the
Looks like she did it for a loaf of

Shit, got a knife
And he's snoring a pig
Is he worth more alive or
How much for his
How much for his

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