Luyện nghe bài hát Little Bombardier

War made him a
Little mear
Peace him a loser
The little

Lines of worry appeared age
Unskilled hands knew no trade
his time in the picture house
The little

Frankie drank his
The little he made
his woes to no man
Friendless, days

one day, in the abc
Four bright gazed longingly
At the ice-cream in the of
The little

Sunshine entered our days
Gone his worries, his maze
His life was fun and his was full of joy

Two young had changed his aims
He them toffees and played their games
He them presents with every coin he made

Then two called on him
him for his name
Why was he with the children
Were they a game?

Leave them or we'll get sore
We've had blokes like you in the before
The hand of said "no more"
To the little

Packed his bags, his heart in
Wiped a tear and a train
Not to be in the town again
The bombardier