Luyện nghe bài hát Sam Stone

Sam stone came home to his and family
After serving in the conflict
And the time that he served, had all his nerves
And a little shrapnel in his knee

But the morphine the pain
And the grew round his brain
And him all the confidence he lacked
With a purple heart and a on his back

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

Sam stone's home, didn't last too long
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 through his
a thousand railroad trains
And his mind in the hours that he chose
While the kids ran around wearin' peoples' clothes

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

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

But had lost its fun
And was nothing to be done
But trade his house that he bought on the G. I.
For a flag draped casket on a local hill

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