Luyện nghe bài hát Little Soldiers

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

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

boy in 1971 came back home
Voices matriculation number 31
His hairs gone grey with bodies lyin dead
His eyes were red for all the they saw in Vietnam
Hes on and on and on his babys name
The guns are speakingtheir killing
These words cant cleanmy bandage
My little Harryplease,hear your
Throw your tin soldiersthere no war games

Red tinted postcardsfrom around us
He said rather lose than let those victims mourn at my
aint no winnersthere aint no medals
He a man, then Mr., whats the gain?

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

Lonely boy tucked the baby up at in bed
Whispering Sleep, Harry,
tin soldiers arent dead
They dead