Luyện nghe bài hát Bummer

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

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

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

He was a weed-speed at fifteen
He was skag a year later
He'd started pimping when put him away
In jail he from a junkie to a hater

And just like the man from the precinct
Put him away, you kill him instead
A bummer that is better of dead
Someday they're 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 buddy he shafted
And just about the time they would have him too
He had the good fortune to get drafted

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

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

One sweat-soaked day in the Yung-Po
the ground still steaming from the rain
There was a bloody little
That didn't mean
to the few that remained

You see a couple hundred
Had the other five tanks
And had started to pick off the
he came on the scene
And it did seem
This is why he'd paid dues

It was something like a butcher going
Or a man acting like a fool
Or the bravest thing that a man had done
Or a blowing his cool

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

And just the man from the precinct said
Put him away, you better him instead
A like that is better of dead
Someday they're gonna 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 when the men came over
For the very first time they him smiling
As he lay in his

picked up the pieces
And they stitched him together
He through though
They thought he was a

And it force to give him
they said they would
Six hearts
And the of Honor

Of course he as the chief white honkey said
Service beyond the of duty
But the first soft thought was passing through his
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 things that he was really for
And he found himself drifting to 'em

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

It up one night in a grocery store
Gun in hand and cops at the door
And his last battle was over
He lay crumpled and on the floor

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

Well breathed his last, but ten minutes past
they dared to enter the place
And when flipped his riddled body over 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 said
(Where in the hell, he get this?)

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

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