Luyện nghe bài hát Sam Stone

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

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

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

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

And the gold rolled his veins
a thousand railroad trains
And eased his in the hours that he chose
While the ran around wearin' other peoples' clothes

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

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

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

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