Luyện nghe bài hát Peppers And Tomatoes

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

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

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

Military are passing through our village
Passing through our village young soldiers ill at ease.
Unsmiling and unshaven, and uncertain
and uncertain, and all smoking 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 night at the caf, when I bring wine to the table,
When I bring wine to the table, but they are drinking beer.

Last night the of friendship fell heavy on my shoulders,
on my shoulders as I turned away to go.
As I goodnight some old men, some old men and young soldiers
Were humming tunes and singing words to songs I did not know.

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

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

Tonight, as dark is falling, I am to my garden,
Tending to my garden, and the crop that I grown.
And my car is laden, and soon I'll start the engine,
Soon I'll the engine, wake the children and be gone.

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

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

Oh this little patch of dirt, and this little pile of
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 voices that say, "You must with us".