Luyện nghe bài hát Sam Stone

Sam stone came home to his wife and
After in the conflict overseas
And the that he served, had shattered all his nerves
And left a little shrapnel in his

But the morphine eased the
And the grass round his brain
And him all the confidence he lacked
a purple heart and a monkey on his back

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

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

And the rolled through his veins
Like a railroad trains
And eased his in the hours that he chose
While the kids ran around wearin' other clothes

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

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

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

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