Luyện nghe bài hát Sam Stone

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

But the morphine eased the
And the grew round his brain
And gave him all the he lacked
With a purple heart and a monkey on his

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

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

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

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

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

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

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