Luyện nghe bài hát Khe Sahn

I left my to the sappers 'round Khe Sahn
And I my soul with my cigarettes, to the black market man
I've had the cold turkey, from the ocean to the silver city
And it's only other vets understand
'Bout the forgotten dockside guarantees
How there were no heroes in nineteen seventy-three
How we sailed into Sydney Harbour, I saw an old friend but I kiss her
She was lined, and I was home to the land
She was so many more from that time on
Their were all so empty, until they'd found their chosen one
And legs were often open
But their minds were closed
And their hearts were held in fast suburban
And the legal pads were yellow, long pay-packets lean
And the telex writers clattered the gunships once had been
The carparks made me jumpy and I never stopped the
Or the growing need for and Novocaine
So I worked across the country end to end
I tried to find a place to settle down, where my mixed up life mend
I held a job on an oil-rig, choppers when I could
But the nightlife nearly me round the bend
And I've travelled round the world from to year
And one found me aimless, one more year the worse for wear
And I've been back to East Asia, but the answer sure ain't there
But I'm driftin' north to things out again
Well the plane out of Sydney's almost gone
And only seven flyin' hours, till be landin' in Hong Kong
And there ain't nothin' like the from a jaded Chinese princess
I'm gonna hit some Hong mattress all night long
Well the plane out of Sydney's almost gone