Luyện nghe bài hát Fortunate Son

Some are born made to wave the flag,
Ooo, theyre red, and blue.
And the band plays hail to the chief,
Ooo, point the cannon at you, yall!

It aint me, it aint me, I no senators son, Son.
It aint me, it aint me; I aint no one. No.

Some folks are silver spoon in hand,
Lord, dont help themselves, yall!
But when the comes to the door,
Lord, the house like a rummage sale.

It aint me, it me, I aint no millionaires son. No, no.
It aint me, it aint me; I no fortunate one. No.

Some folks inherit spangled eyes,
Ooo, send you down to war, yall.
And you ask them, how much should we give?
Ooo, they answer more! More! More! Yall.

It aint me, it me, I aint no military son, Son.
It me, it aint me; I aint no fortunate one, one.

It aint me, it aint me, I aint no one. No, no, no.
It aint me, it aint me, I no fortunate son. No, no, no.