Luyện nghe bài hát Little Bombardier

War made him a
Little frankie
Peace left him a
The bombardier

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

drank his money
The little that he
his woes to no man
Friendless, lonely

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

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

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

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

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

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