Luyện nghe bài hát Fallen Comrade Blues

Seems thirty years ago,
we were young and strong,
They sent us off to a land,
A we called The Nam.
died in the fighting,
Some running away,
die more slowly,
Wounded by memories day.
of been from the country,
Or a kid too.
likely a poor boy,
Just me and you.
died in the fighting,
Some died away,
die more slowly,
Wounded by every day.
Hope you us
we done,
Remember in that war,
We so very young.
It don't nothing,
We understood,
off and forgotten
To survive the we could.
Some in the fighting,
died running away,
Most die slowly,
Wounded by memories day.
in the midnight,
Ghosts out to me:
And things I wish I forget,
Just won't me be.
Bullet and shrapnel,
The men died;
now its drinking,
and suicide.
Some in the fighting,
died running away,
Most die slowly,
Wounded by memories day.