Luyện nghe bài hát John Doe

There was this wise man I knew
Who lived my street a block or 2
In a back where the autumn leaves blew
A simple man a heart so true

Doe was a quiet man, who kept to himself and lived off the land
He panned his living a rusty tin can
Been living off the since Vietnam

When Johnny came marching
the Vietnam war he was alone

Slapped with a label, he hid his face, the of war
Was one he erase, when Johnny came marching home
(he said) I can let go, I can

25 later, that smell I still remember
As I so many young men lose their lives, on that battlefield
To Vietnam they sent us barely, old enough placed us
On the front in a land we had no place'e had no place!!!

On the day I left that battlefield, I might as well have
Because in my life this far, has ever felt quite right
And each and I try to pick the pieces up
But the pieces seem to fit, the pain becomes too much

hard to describe, so hard to relate, it's hard letting go
When you escape
To think that when we home our country turned its back
And labeled us all murderers, on us, spit on us and laughed

He spoke with such convicting words, I like I was there
A simple and shattered soul, the soldier never dies he sang
I thought about how it must feel to watch all friends die
So far so far from home, fighting wars we had no place!