Luyện nghe bài hát Little Soldiers

Lonely boy joined the army in 65
Only to take with him his childhood skies
Lonely boy stole the moonlight from his eyes
Lonely boy 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 guns are speakingtheir language
These words cleanmy blood-stained bandage
My Harryplease,hear your daddy
Throw your tin soldiersthere no war games

boy in 1971 came back home
Voices said matriculation 31
His gone grey with surrendered bodies lyin dead
His eyes were red for all the blood saw in Vietnam
Hes calling on and on and on his name
The guns are killing language
words cant cleanmy blood-stained bandage
My little Harryplease,hear your
Throw your tin aint no war games

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

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

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