Luyện nghe bài hát John Doe

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

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

When Johnny came marching
From the war he was alone

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

25 years later, that smell I remember
As I watched so many young men lose their lives, on battlefield
To Vietnam they sent us barely, old enough 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 each and everyday I try to the pieces up
But the never 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 came home our country turned its
And us all murderers, spit on us, spit on us and laughed

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