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 his schoolhouse down
And he's in the sun
He's drying in the sun

Ha, an old tea bag, now, he rolls it up
Look, he a cigarette
But he's not smoke 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 week of news, double A's
A bag, a place to hide, one sucker bet

I got what you
You got what I

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

at the guy selling beer
Where the did he get it from?
He's the of the Hill
He's the bug survives the bomb
See the on his greasy face

Handing a bottle to the foe
not the time to kill, not that he forgets
As he a crumpled bill
And thinks is better 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, some for a fire, two table legs
A cup of rice, a pint of blood, one pound of

Line up to buy
up to die there

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

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

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