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

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

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

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

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