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 in the cradle
Chewing the paint chips fell from the ceiling
Whenever he cried he got a in his face
So he learned not to show his

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

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

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

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

He was bait for Vietnam
You see they needed bodies in a hurry
He was a cinch to 'cause all they had to do
Was to figure how to funnel his

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 followed and

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

You see a couple slants
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 those

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 like a knife through butter
Or a scythe sweeping through the
Or to say it like the man have said it himself
a big black bastard, kicking ass

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

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

They picked up the
And they stitched him back
He pulled through
They he was a goner

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

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

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

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

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

And just like the man from the said
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

Well breathed his last, but ten minutes past
Before they dared to enter the
And when they flipped his riddled body they found
His second smile on his face

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

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

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