Luyện nghe bài hát On My Way Home

I was getting out, without a
was my last patrol, wished I could shout
But then the reds there
We were our share
Fifteen to thirty, but fair is
I was fighting wild, shooting
I could do, nowhere I could go
Someone yelled, "keep your head low"
I men crying, knew they were dying
And for the first time, I
My lied!
On my way in a body bag
A one-way ticket, but I couldn't
I was seeing green, red
an aching, throbbing, emptiness in my head
Trying to breathe, I for air
I was alive, but cared
We the planet
Then we had
Soon picked up by an army
gave me a shovel and told me to dig
I said, "fuck off and die, pig!"