Luyện nghe bài hát Khe Sahn

I left my to the sappers round Khe Sanh
And my soul was sold my cigarettes to the blackmarket man
had the Vietnam cold turkey
From the ocean to the Silver
And it's only other vets understand

the long forgotten dockside guarantees
How there were no V-dayheroes in
How we sailed Sydney Harbour
Saw an old friend but kiss her
She was lined, and I was to the lucky land

And she was like so more from that time on
Their lives were all so empty, till they found their one
And their were often open
But their were always closed
And their hearts were in fast suburban chains
And the legal pads were yellow, hours long, paypacket
And the telex writers clattered where the gunships once had
But the car parks me jumpy
And I never the dreams
Or the growing need for and novacaine

So I across the country end to end
Tried to find a to settle down, where my mixed up life could mend
a job on an oil-rig
Flying when I could
But the nightlife nearly drove me round the

And travelled round the world from year to year
And each one found me aimless, one year the more for wear
And I've been back to South Asia
But the answer sure there
But I'm north, to check things out again

You know the last plane out of Sydney's gone
Only seven flying hours, and I'll be landing in Kong
There nothing like the kisses
a jaded Chinese princess
I'm gonna hit some Hong Kong mattress all long

the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone
Yeah the last plane out of almost gone
And really got me worried
I'm nowhere and I'm in a hurry
And the plane out of Sydney's almost gone