Luyện nghe bài hát Little Soldiers

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

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

Lonely boy in came back home
Voices said matriculation 31
His hairs gone grey with bodies lyin dead
His were red for all the blood they saw in Vietnam
Hes on and on and on his babys name
The guns are killing language
These words cleanmy blood-stained bandage
My little Harryplease,hear daddy
Throw tin soldiersthere aint no war games

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

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

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