Luyện nghe bài hát Imaginary Wars

Behind the house where I
Back I was a kid
I played G.I. Joe beneath the tall pine
I'd imaginary wars
my mom called from our back porch
And I'd come home in that pine pitch
From my head to my knees

Too big to wrap my around
older than I could count
Must have been since the Mayflower crossed the sea
been through blizzards and hurricanes
Summer droughts and freezing
pines would live forever
At least that's how it to me

Now what's become of the old pine
It's all gone and a brand new neighborhood
All for a buck they cut down all trees
They all of my fondest memories

When trucks came for my woods
I did I could
And it was war for real when school let out that
I down flags and I pulled up stakes
But what can one boy make
Them still fell like thunder on a summer afternoon

And I became friends
With the families that in
They different from us or so it seemed
I up and moved away
I just go on holidays
But those tall and pines
They're still falling in my

We all want the lawn
And a country where we belong
And an SUV to get us there in
But we don't keep of what we've lost
We can't calculate the
When there's no place for a boy's
to run wild

So what's become of the old pine
It's all gone and it's for good
All for a they cut down all those trees