Luyện nghe bài hát My Uncle

A letter today from my draft board
With trembling hands, I read the
It asked me lots of things about my mamma and
Now ain't what, I call exactly fair

So I'm for the nearest foreign border
may be my kind of town
'Cause they need the kind of law and order
That to keep a good man underground

A sad old soldier, once me a story
a battlefield that he was on
He said, a man should fight for glory
He must know what is right and what is

So I'm headed for the nearest foreign
Vancouver, may be my kind of
'Cause they don't need the kind of law and
That tends to keep a man underground

Now I know how much I owe my uncle
But I suspect more than I can pay
He's me to sign a three year contract
I guess, catch the first bus out today

So I'm for the nearest foreign border
may be my kind of town
'Cause they need the kind of law and order
That tends to a good man underground