Luyện nghe bài hát John Doe

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

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

When Johnny came marching
From the war he was alone

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

25 years later, smell I still remember
As I watched so many young men lose their lives, on battlefield
To Vietnam they sent us barely, old they 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 nothing in my this far, has ever felt quite right
And each and everyday I try to the pieces up
But the pieces never to fit, the pain becomes too much

It's hard to describe, so hard to relate, it's hard go
When you can't
To think that when we came home our turned its back
And labeled us all murderers, on us, spit on us and laughed

He spoke with such words, I felt 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 your die
So far away so far home, fighting wars we had no place!