Luyện nghe bài hát Little Bombardier

War him a soldier
frankie mear
Peace him a loser
The little

Lines of worry appeared age
Unskilled hands that knew no
Spent his in the picture house
The bombardier

Frankie his money
The that he made
Told his to no man
Friendless, lonely

one day, in the abc
Four bright gazed longingly
At the in the hand of
The bombardier

entered our frankie's days
Gone his worries, his hopeless
His was fun and his heart was full of joy

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

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

Leave alone or we'll get sore
We've had blokes you in the station before
The hand of authority "no more"
To the bombardier

Packed his bags, his in pain
Wiped a tear and caught a
Not to be seen in the town
The little