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

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

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

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

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

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