Luyện nghe bài hát Bummer

His mama was a midnight
His daddy was a drummer
One night they put it
Nine months later came the little bummer

He was a back lump in the cradle
the paint chips that fell from the ceiling
Whenever he he got a fist in his face
So he learned not to his feelings

He was a pig-tail in grammar school
Left back twice by the grade
Sniffing in Junior High
And the first one in to get laid

He was a weed-speed pusher at
He was mainlining skag a year
He'd pimping when they put him away
In jail he changed from a junkie to a

And just like the man from the precinct
Put him away, you better kill him
A bummer like is better of dead
Someday they're gonna to put a bullet in his head

They threw him back on the street, he an A and P
He didn't blink at the buddy he shafted
And just the time they would have caught him too
He had the damn fortune to get drafted

He was a-one for Vietnam
You see they more bodies in a hurry
He was a cinch to train 'cause all had to do
Was to how to funnel his fury

put him in a tank near the D.M.Z.
To catch the gooks slipping over the
They said his was to search and destroy
And for once he followed and

One sweat-soaked day in the Yung-Po
With the ground still steaming the rain
There was a bloody little
didn't mean nothing
Except to the few that

You see a hundred slants
Had trapped the five tanks
And had to pick off the crews
When he on the scene
And it really did
This is why he'd paid dues

It was something like a butcher going
Or a sane man acting a fool
Or the thing that a man had ever done
Or a madman his cool

Well he on through like a knife through butter
Or a scythe through the grass
Or to say it the man would have said it himself
Just a big bastard, kicking ass

And just the man from the precinct said
Put him away, you kill him instead
A like that is better of dead
Someday they're have to put a bullet in his head

it was over and the smoke had cleared
There a lot of V.C, bodies in the mud
And the rescued men came over
For the very first time they found him
As he lay in his

They up the pieces
And they stitched him back
He pulled though
They thought he was a

And it them to give him
What they they would
Six purple
And the Medal of

Of he slouched as the chief white honkey said
beyond the call of duty
But the first soft was passing through his mind
My is a mother of a beauty

He got a couple of jobs with the ribbon on his
And though he tried he couldn't do 'em
There was only a of things that he was really trained for
And he found drifting back to 'em

about the time he was ready to break
The V A stopped sending him his
Just a matter of 'cause there was no doubt
About what he was going to do

It up one night in a grocery store
Gun in and nine cops at the door
And when his battle was over
He lay crumpled and broken on the

And just like the man from the precinct
Put him away, you better kill him
A bummer like is better of dead
Someday they're gonna have to put a bullet in his

Well he'd his last, but ten minutes past
Before dared to enter the place
And when they his riddled body over they found
His second frozen on his face

found his gun where he'd thrown it
There was else clenched in his fist
And when pried his fingers open
found the medal of honor
And the Sergeant
(Where in the hell, he get this?)

was a stew about burying him in Arlington
So they him in box to Fayette
And they kind of stashed him in a in the county plot
The kind we to forget

And just like the man from the said
Put him away, you better him instead
A bummer like is better of dead
Someday they're gonna have to put a in his head