Luyện nghe bài hát I Can't Write Left-Handed

I can't left-handed
you please write a letter, write a letter to my mother?
Tell her to tell, tell her to tell, tell her to tell the family
Trying to get, trying to get a for my younger brother

Tell the Reverend to pray for me, Lord, Lord, Lord
I ain't live, I don't believe I'm going to live to get much older
Strange little man over here in Vietnam I ain't, I never seen
Bless his heart ain't done nothing to, he done shot me in my shoulder

camp we had classes
You know we talked fighting, fighting everyday
And looking through rosy, rosy glasses
I must admit it exciting anyway

Oh, but something day overlooked to tell me, Lord
look better, I must say
Brother they ain't coming at you
But going out the way

And please call up the Reverend, up, call up the Reverend Harris
Tell him to ask the to do some good things for me
Tell him I ain't gonna live, I gonna live, I ain't gonna live
To get older, oh Lord
Strange little man over here in Vietnam, I never seen
Bless his heart ain't never done to, he done shot me in my shoulder