Luyện nghe bài hát Decades

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

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

I am calling, a field, from far away, far away.
This is my calling I am worried, I am concerned.
are reasons, can't be explained.
And are questions, that have no answers.
That's the reason I to know: how long, how long, can this go on?
I want to how long, how long,
When so many happen, nothing gets done.
So many wars, no one won one, and no one ever will,
No one will.
I am calling, this is my song.

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