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?
her to tell, tell her to tell, tell her to tell the family lawyer
Trying to get, 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 much
Strange little man over here in Vietnam I ain't, I ain't seen
Bless his heart never done nothing to,
he shot me in my shoulder
Boot we had classes
You know we talked 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 look better, I say
Brother when they coming at you
But out the other way
And please call up the Reverend, up, call up the Reverend Harris
him to ask the Lord to do some good things for me
Tell him I ain't live, I ain't gonna live, I ain't gonna live
To get older, oh Lord
Strange little man over here in Vietnam, I never seen
Bless his ain't never done nothing to,
he done shot me in my