Luyện nghe bài hát Little Soldiers

Lonely boy the army back in 65
Only wanted to take him his childhood skies
Lonely boy stole the from his babys eyes
boy held a picture of his old hometown
Hes and on and on and on his babys name
Saigon swamps to Washington
Wind hear him say

The are speakingtheir killing language
These cant cleanmy blood-stained bandage
My little Harryplease,hear daddy
your tin soldiersthere aint no war games

Lonely boy in 1971 came back
said matriculation number 31
His hairs gone grey surrendered bodies lyin dead
His eyes were red for all the blood they saw in
Hes on and on and on his babys name
The guns are killing language
These words cant cleanmy blood-stained
My little Harryplease,hear your
Throw your tin soldiersthere aint no war

Red tinted hell around us
He rather lose than let those victims mourn at my feet
There aint no winnersthere aint no
He killed a man, then Mr., the gain?

The guns are speakingtheir killing
words cant cleanmy blood-stained bandage
My little Harryplease,hear daddy
Throw your tin aint no war games

Lonely boy the baby up at night in bed
Sleep, little Harry,
Your tin arent dead
arent dead