Luyện nghe bài hát Dress Blues

What can you see from window?
I see anything from mine
on the side of the highway
And scripture on grocery store
Maybe was too early
Maybe or forty is too
Did you get your chance to make with the man
Before he sent down his angels for

Mamas and love you
'Cause all they know how to do
You planned on the bombs in the sand
Or sleeping in your dress

Your wife said this all be funny
you came back home in a week
You'd turn twenty-two and celebrate you
In a bar or a by the creek
Your baby just about be here
Your very last tour be up
But you be back. They're all dressing in black
Drinking sweet tea in cups

and grandmamas love you
American hate to lose
You never planned on the in the sand
Or sleeping in your dress

Now the high school gymnasium's
Full of and old legionnaires
Nobody up to protest
They just and stare
But red, white, and blue in the rafters
And there's silent old men from the
What did say when they shipped you away
To all in some God awful war?

Nobody here could you
You showed us what we had to
You never planned on the in the sand
Or sleeping in your blues

No, no you never on the bombs in the sand
Or in your dress blues
You planned on the bombs in the sand
Or sleeping in your blues