Luyện nghe bài hát Old Man Tell Me

I've the old man sitting 'round
The courthouse square back in town
Talkin' about the big war in 1943

how much good it's done
Medals in the sun
Cussing at my hair
And my talk of free

Their vision like their scars
Of other has faded
the colors on the ribbons
From the battles they've won

If one thing I've learned it's this
You just can't hands with a fist
And I once did my with a gun

And, old man, I know what you've
But yours is not the only
I have to believe in
More than

Let it die just like the
I there's hope at last
Old man, did you have to pray?
Old man, can you me the way?

Shakes his head time to time
And rambles somewhere in his
'bout the civil war
And how we should won

up his battle plans
On checker boards at his
Watching all his kings
Go one by one

And son, say, "There's not much time
For you to straighten out your
But you never to the things I try to say"

And I turn my head and cry
Never why
He'd set up that checker
When he knew I play