Luyện nghe bài hát Tuzla

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

Look, at that little clown
Here, look the binoculars
Someone burned his down
And blinking in the sun
He's something in the sun

Ha, an old tea bag, now, he rolls it up
Look, he made a
But he's not smoke it yet
Maybe he's sell it
How much do you he'll get?

A of ham, a long 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 plastic bag, a to hide, one sucker bet

I got you want
You got what I

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

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

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

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

Line up to buy
up to die there

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

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

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