Luyện nghe bài hát Sam Stone

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

But the morphine eased the
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 where all the goes
Jesus died for nothin' I suppose
Little pitchers big ears, don't stop to count the years
songs never last too long on broken radios

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

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

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

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

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

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