Luyện nghe bài hát Sam Stone

Sam stone came to his wife and family
After serving in the overseas
And the time that he served, had shattered all his
And a little shrapnel in his knee

But the morphine the pain
And the grass round his brain
And gave him all the he lacked
With a purple and a monkey on his back

a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes
Jesus Christ for nothin' I suppose
pitchers have big ears, don't stop to count the years
Sweet songs never too long on broken radios

Sam stone's welcome home, didn't last too
He went to work he'd spent his last dime
And Sammy took to stealing he got that empty feeling
For a hundred dollar habit overtime

And the gold rolled his veins
Like a thousand railroad
And eased his mind in the hours he chose
While the kids ran around wearin' other clothes

a hole in daddy's arm where all the money goes
Jesus died for nothin' I suppose
Little pitchers have big ears, don't stop to the years
Sweet songs never last too on broken radios

Sam stone was alone when he his last balloon
Climbing walls while in a chair
Well, he played his last while the room smelled just like death
With an hovering in the air

But life had its fun
And there was to be done
But trade his house that he on the G. I. Bill
For a draped casket on a local heroes' hill

There's a in daddy's arm where all the money goes
Jesus Christ died for nothin' I
Little pitchers have big ears, stop to count the years
Sweet never last too long on broken radios