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

I can't write
Would you write a letter, write a letter to my mother?
Tell her to tell, tell her to tell, tell her to the family lawyer
Trying to get, trying to get a deferment for my younger

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

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

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

And please up the Reverend, call up, call up the Reverend Harris
Tell him to ask the Lord to do some things for me
Tell him I gonna live, I ain't gonna live, I ain't gonna live
To get much older, oh
Strange little man over here in Vietnam, I ain't never
Bless his ain't never done nothing to, he done shot me in my shoulder