Luyện nghe bài hát Decades

Minutes turn to hours, counting tick away.
Another day tomorrow, tomorrow's another day.
Days turn into years, and time by, over and over,
Again and again, and then, turn into decades.
Decades. Start another decade, ten.
Ten decades, one years.
Ten decades. And the ten started going so much faster,
Than the whole one hundred before.

And the ten we started fighting.
We the war to end all wars.
So somebody named the roaring,
And in the thirties we fought more.
And the went on and on (and on);
Nobody stop it (stop it, stop it)
So built a bomb (bomb);
All you had to do was it (drop it), right or wrong.
They dropped it; they it.
And toward the end of the forties, the storm, I was born.

I am calling, across a field, far away, far away.
This is my song; I am worried, I am concerned.
There are reasons, be explained.
And are questions, that have no answers.
the reason I want to know: how long, how long, can this go on?
I to know how long, how long,
When so things happen, nothing gets done.
So many wars, no one won one, and no one ever will,
No one will.
I am calling, is my calling song.

And the fifties the best I guess, except for the fighting
And the were unrest, oh yes, we went to the moon.
We had hopes, we had dreams,
And late at night it still seems like, Camelot.
And the lasted 'til May.
And on the hill, that day, I up and started writing Decades.
And the eighties were a of time, and here we are, in the nineties!
in a row, one more to go, oh! Over and over, again and again.
One hundred years; ten years ten.
So many happened, nothing got done.
So many wars, no one won one.
Decades,