Luyện nghe bài hát Sam Stone

Sam came home to his wife and family
After serving in the overseas
And the time that he served, had shattered all his
And left a 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 heart and a monkey on his

There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the goes
Jesus Christ died for nothin' I
Little pitchers have big ears, don't stop to count the
Sweet songs last too long on broken radios

Sam stone's welcome home, didn't too long
He went to work when spent his last dime
And Sammy took to when he got that empty feeling
For a hundred dollar without overtime

And the gold rolled through his
a thousand railroad trains
And eased his mind in the that he chose
the kids ran around wearin' other peoples' clothes

There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the goes
Jesus Christ died for I suppose
Little pitchers have big ears, don't to count the years
Sweet songs last too long on broken radios

Sam stone was alone when he popped his last
walls while sitting in a chair
Well, he played his last request while the room just like death
With an overdose 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 flag casket on a local heroes' hill

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