Luyện nghe bài hát Dress Blues

What can you see your window?
I can't see anything from
Flags on the side of the
And scripture on store signs
Maybe was too early
Maybe thirty or is too
Did you get chance to make peace with the man
he sent down his angels for you?

Mamas and grandmamas you
'Cause that's all they how to do
You never on the bombs in the sand
Or in your dress blues

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

Mamas and grandmamas you
American boys hate to
You never on the bombs in the sand
Or sleeping in dress blues

Now the high school gymnasium's
of flowers and old legionnaires
Nobody showed up to
They sniffle and stare
But red, white, and blue in the rafters
And silent old men from the corps
What did they say when they you away
To give all in God awful war?

Nobody here forget you
You showed us we had to lose
You planned on the bombs in the sand
Or sleeping in your blues

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