Luyện nghe bài hát Bummer

His mama was a woman
His daddy was a drummer
One they put it together
months later came the little black bummer

He was a laid back lump in the
Chewing the paint that fell from the ceiling
Whenever he cried he got a fist in his
So he learned not to show his

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 skag a year later
started 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
they're gonna have to put a bullet in his head

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

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

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

One sweat-soaked day in the Yung-Po
With the ground still steaming from the
There was a little battle
That mean nothing
Except to the few that

You see a couple hundred
Had trapped the five tanks
And had started to pick off the
When he on the scene
And it did seem
This is why he'd paid 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 his cool

Well he came on through like a knife butter
Or a scythe through the grass
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 him instead
A bummer like is better of dead
Someday they're gonna have to put a in his head

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

picked up the pieces
And they stitched him back
He through though
thought he was a goner

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

Of course he slouched as the chief honkey said
Service beyond the of duty
But the first thought was passing through his mind
My medal is a mother of a

He got a couple of jobs with the on his chest
And though he tried he really do 'em
There was only a couple of that he was really trained for
And he found drifting back to 'em

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

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

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

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

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

There was a stew burying him in Arlington
So they him in box to Fayette
And they kind of him in a grave in the county plot
The kind we remember to

And just like the man from the precinct
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