Luyện nghe bài hát Tuzla

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

Look, look at little clown
Here, look through the
Someone 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
he's gonna 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 us not to feel

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

Handing a to the mortal foe
It's not the time to kill, not he forgets
As he takes a crumpled
And thinks this is 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
up to die there

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

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

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