Luyện nghe bài hát Last Foxhole

(Oh the foxhole oh the last foxhole) oh Lord let it be the last foxhole
He lived by my side on an Island in the sea a place called Okeinawa and like me
He was fighting in the against Japan
Our home was a foxhole made of clay blood and
(Oh the last oh the last foxhole) oh Lord let it be the last foxhole
Soon the war was over we went our ways
He went home to Brooklyn but in the I chose to stay
Now he often me the letters and told me about his fears
That when his son became a man would he had to
(In an old last foxhole in an old last foxhole) oh Lord let it be the foxhole
Then came Korea and they sent my and that same Brooklyn boy
back with me
But I left him there in the grave and cold
just covered him up in his last foxhole
(Oh the foxhole oh the last foxhole) oh Lord let it be the last foxhole
Well the years by now here I am in another foxhole in VietNam
And there's a boy from Brooklyn a gun
They send his daddy so they sent his son
(The last foxhole the last foxhole) oh Lord let it the the last