Luyện nghe bài hát Khe Sahn

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