Luyện nghe bài hát John Doe

There was this man I once knew
Who down my street a block or 2
In a back alley where the autumn blew
A man with 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 streets Vietnam

When came marching home
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 years later, that smell I still
As I watched so many young men their lives, on that battlefield
To Vietnam they us barely, old enough they placed us
On the front lines in a we had no place'e had no place!!!

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

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

He spoke such convicting 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 from home, wars we had no place!