Luyện nghe bài hát No More Losing the War

Somebody her
The
The
The girl the gold in her mouth

caught her at London
Waterloo
Strung up on a Ferris

She used to pageants
"pick of the litter"
The newspapers screamed from racks
Pictures at seven, eighty-something
The waltz on her father's

No more the war, Karen
No more losing the war,

But I really her
In an way
Falling down, crawling drunk laughing children with sugared up gullets
I rue day

No more losing the war,
Oh

No more the war

You got me all
In an old way

Easy it rider
I've had a long, day

No more the war, Karen
No more the war, Karen