Luyện nghe bài hát Peppers And Tomatoes

This year in my garden I grow and tomatoes,
Peppers and tomatoes, they together well,
And my neighbours all around me grow beans and potatoes
and onions in this village where we dwell.

And later in the year we will wine to the table
wine to the table, and reap what we have sown.
Like my father did before and his father did him
And his father did before him, we will what we have grown.

This little of dirt, this little pile of stones.
I can wash the dust off my face, and skin
But this is in my bones.

vehicles are passing through our village
Passing through our village with soldiers ill at ease.
Unsmiling and unshaven, and uncertain
Distrustful and uncertain, and all constantly.

And my say "Don't worry for you are one of us,
You are one of us and it will not here",
But the next night at the caf, when I wine to the table,
When I bring wine to the table, but they are sitting beer.

Last night the hand of fell heavy on my shoulders,
Heavy on my shoulders as I turned to go.
As I said some old men, some old men and young soldiers
Were humming tunes and singing to songs that I did not know.

Oh little patch of dirt, and this little pile of stones
I can wash the from off my face and skin,
But this is in my bones.

This morning my wife told me that she'd to church on Sunday,
to church on Sunday, she had felt the need to pray.
Our children were baptised there but it was to please the old ones,
Just to please the old ones, and I don't know to say.

Tonight, as is falling, I am tending to my garden,
Tending to my garden, and the that I have grown.
And my car is heavy laden, and I'll start the engine,
Soon I'll start the engine, wake the and be gone.

Oh little patch of dirt, and this little pile of stones
I can wash the dust off my face and skin
But earth is in my bones.

My it is loaded, and it's hidden in the cabin,
It's in the cabin, and the evening's growing chilled.
My mouth is dry, my hands are moist, and if tries to stop me,
tries to stop me, I am ready now to kill.

Oh this little patch of dirt, and this little of stones
I can wash the dust off my face and skin
But earth is in my bones.

I am watering my garden, when I smell the smoke,
Smell the cigarette smoke, and I turn round in the
And I see the glint of rifles, but I cannot see the
But I recognise the that say, "You must come with us".