Luyện nghe bài hát Radio War

Did the wine make her
Of the far spring
Or a bed of hens
Or the ghost of a

All the while she wept
She had a gun by her bed
And a letter he
a dry, foundered boat

And the train track take
All the wounded ones
And be alone
Fare thee well Sara

Now we lie on the
While the war
its way through the air
Of the dead square

And the beast seen
Licks its red talons
Sara curses the
"No snow, no more snow, no more snow"