Luyện nghe bài hát Iraq

I was mechanic, I worked with the men
I worked on my back, I to fit in
Torque and ratchets, multi-meters and scales
Grease on my face, grease on my hands, grease my nails

It was so to see 'til it attacked
But my enemy Iraq

Soldiers and traded, that's the way our world works
Trading favors for in the sand and the dirt
What I wouldn't give them they'd try to
And when I refused they made me pay

It was so hard to see 'til it
But my enemy wasn't

I stood my ground, I didn't in
I drew a again and again
When whistled and whispered
When the wind up dust
I looked to the sky, the lord why I had no one to trust

It was so to see 'til it attacked
But my wasn't Iraq
A salute and a wink, a pat on the back
My enemy Iraq