Luyện nghe bài hát Decades

Minutes turn to hours, counting seconds away.
Another day tomorrow, just 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 first ten started going so faster,
the whole one hundred years before.

And the second ten we fighting.
We the war to end all wars.
So somebody named the roaring,
And in the we fought 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 it (drop it), right or wrong.
They it; they dropped it.
And toward the end of the forties, the storm, I was born.

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

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