Luyện nghe bài hát John Doe

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

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

Johnny came marching home
From the war he was alone

Slapped a label, he hid his face, the nightmare of war
Was one he couldn erase, when 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 sent us barely, old enough 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 life this far, has felt quite right
And each and I try to pick the pieces up
But the pieces never seem to fit, the 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 us all murderers, spit on us, spit on us and laughed

He spoke with convicting words, I felt like I was there
A simple frail and shattered soul, the soldier dies he sang
I thought about how it must to watch all your friends die
So far away so far home, fighting wars we had no place!