Luyện nghe bài hát A Bunch Of Lonesome Heroes

A bunch of lonesome and very quarrelsome
were smoking out the open road;
the night was very and thick between them,
each man beneath his load.
"I'd to tell my story,"
said one of so young and bold,
"I'd like to my story,
before I turn gold."
But no one could hear him,
the night so dark and and green;
I guess that these heroes must always live there
where you and I have been.
Put out cigarette, my love,
you've been too long;
and some of us are very now
to hear what it is you've done was so wrong.
I sing for the crickets,
I this for the army,
I sing for your children
and for all who do not me.
"I'd to tell my story,"
one of them so bold,
"Oh yes, I'd to tell my story
'cause you I feel I'm turning into gold."