Luyện nghe bài hát Khe Sahn

I left my heart to the sappers Khe Sahn
And I my soul with my cigarettes, to the black market man
I've had the Vietnam cold turkey, the ocean to the silver city
And it's only other vets understand
the long forgotten dockside guarantees
How there were no V-day in nineteen seventy-three
How we sailed into Harbour, I saw an old friend but I couldn't kiss her
She was lined, and I was to the lucky land
She was like so many more from that on
Their lives all so empty, until they'd found their chosen one
And their legs were open
But their were always closed
And their were held in fast suburban chains
And the legal pads yellow, hours long pay-packets lean
And the telex writers clattered where the gunships once had
The carparks made me jumpy and I stopped the dreams
Or the growing for speed and Novocaine
So I worked the country from end to end
I tried to find a place to settle down, where my up life could mend
I held a job on an oil-rig, flyin' choppers I could
But the nearly drove me round the bend
And I've travelled round the world from year to
And each one found me aimless, one year the worse for wear
And I've been back to South East Asia, but the answer sure ain't
But I'm driftin' to check things out again
Well the last plane out of almost gone
And only seven flyin' hours, till be landin' in Hong Kong
And there ain't nothin' like the kisses from a jaded princess
I'm gonna hit some Hong Kong mattress all long
Well the last plane out of Sydney's gone