Luyện nghe bài hát Tuzla

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

Look, look at that clown
Here, through the binoculars
burned his schoolhouse down
And blinking in the sun
drying something in the sun

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

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

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

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

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

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

Line up to buy
Line up to die

Look, look through that
Looks like your
In a bed
Look, on the table
Looks like she did it for a loaf of

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

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