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

I can't left-handed
Would you please write a letter, 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 deferment for my younger

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

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

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

And please call up the Reverend, call up, up the Reverend Harris
Tell him to ask the Lord to do good things for me
Tell him I ain't gonna live, I ain't gonna live, I ain't gonna
To get older, oh Lord
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