Luyện nghe bài hát Bummer

His mama was a woman
His was a drifter drummer
One night put it together
Nine months later came the little black

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

He was a puller in grammar school
Left twice by the seventh grade
Sniffing glue in High
And the first one in school to get

He was a pusher at fifteen
He was skag a year later
He'd started pimping they put him away
In he changed from a junkie to a hater

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

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

He was a-one bait for
You see needed more bodies in a hurry
He was a cinch to train all they had to do
Was to figure how to his fury

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

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

You see a couple hundred
Had the other five tanks
And had started to pick off the
When he on the scene
And it really did
This is why paid those dues

It was something like a butcher going
Or a sane man acting like a
Or the bravest thing that a man had ever
Or a madman blowing his

Well he came on through like a knife through
Or a scythe sweeping through the
Or to say it like the man would have said it
Just a big black bastard, ass

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

When it was over and the had cleared
were a lot of V.C, bodies in the mud
And when the men came over
For the very first time they him smiling
As he lay in his

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

And it force them to him
What said they would
Six purple
And the of Honor

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

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

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

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

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

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

They found his gun where he'd it
was something else clenched in his fist
And when they his fingers open
They found the medal of
And the said
(Where in the hell, he get this?)

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

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