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

I write left-handed
Would you please write a letter, a letter to my mother?
Tell her to tell, her to tell, tell her to tell the family lawyer
Trying to get, to get a deferment for my younger brother

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

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

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

And please call up the Reverend, call up, call up the Reverend
Tell him to ask the Lord to do good 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 heart ain't never done nothing to, he shot me in my shoulder