Luyện nghe bài hát John Doe

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

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

When Johnny came marching
From the Vietnam war he was

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

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

On the day I left that battlefield, I as well have died
Because nothing in my this far, has ever felt quite right
And each and everyday I try to the pieces up
But the pieces never seem to fit, the pain becomes too

It's hard to describe, so hard to relate, it's letting go
When you can't
To think that we came home our country turned its back
And us all murderers, spit 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 feel to watch all your friends die
So far away so far from home, fighting we had no place!