Luyện nghe bài hát Khe Sahn

I left my to the sappers 'round Khe Sahn
And I sold my soul my cigarettes, to the black market man
I've had the Vietnam turkey, from the ocean to the silver city
And it's other vets could understand
the long forgotten dockside guarantees
How there were no V-day heroes in nineteen
How we sailed Sydney Harbour, I saw an old friend but I couldn't kiss her
She was lined, and I was home to the lucky
She was so many more from that time on
Their lives all so empty, until they'd found their chosen one
And their legs were open
But minds were always closed
And their were held in fast suburban chains
And the pads were yellow, hours long pay-packets lean
And the telex writers where the gunships once had been
The carparks me jumpy and I never 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 mixed up 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 from year to year
And each one found me aimless, one more the worse for wear
And been back to South East Asia, but the answer sure ain't there
But I'm driftin' north to check out again
Well the last plane out of Sydney's almost
And only seven flyin' hours, till I'll be landin' in Kong
And there ain't like the kisses from a jaded Chinese princess
I'm gonna hit some Kong mattress all night long
Well the last plane out of almost gone