Luyện nghe bài hát Khe Sahn

I my heart to the sappers round Khe Sanh
And my soul was sold my cigarettes to the blackmarket man
I've had the Vietnam cold
From the ocean to the City
And it's only vets could understand

the long forgotten dockside guarantees
How there were no in 1973
How we sailed Sydney Harbour
Saw an old friend but couldn't her
She was lined, and I was to the lucky land

And she was so many more from that time on
lives were all so empty, till they found their chosen one
And their legs often open
But their minds always closed
And their hearts held in fast suburban chains
And the legal pads were yellow, long, paypacket lean
And the telex writers where the gunships once had been
But the car parks made me
And I stopped the dreams
Or the growing need for speed and

So I worked across the end to end
Tried to find a place to down, where my mixed up life could mend
Held a job on an
choppers when I could
But the nightlife nearly drove me round the

And I've travelled round the world year to year
And each one found me aimless, one more year the for wear
And I've been back to South Asia
But the answer sure ain't
But I'm north, to check things out again

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

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