Luyện nghe bài hát Sam Stone

Sam stone came home to his wife and
serving in the conflict overseas
And the time that he served, had shattered all his
And left a shrapnel in his knee

But the eased the pain
And the grass grew his brain
And him all the confidence he lacked
With a heart and a monkey on his back

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

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

And the gold rolled his veins
Like a thousand railroad
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 all the money goes
Jesus Christ died for nothin' I
Little pitchers have big ears, don't to count the years
Sweet songs never last too long on radios

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

But life had its fun
And there was nothing to be
But trade his house he bought 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
Jesus Christ died for I suppose
Little have big ears, don't stop to count the years
Sweet songs last too long on broken radios