Luyện nghe bài hát Sam Stone

Sam stone came home to his and family
After serving in the conflict
And the time he served, had shattered all his nerves
And left a little in his knee

But the eased the pain
And the grass round 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 Christ died for nothin' I
Little pitchers have big ears, don't to count the years
Sweet songs never too long on broken radios

Sam welcome home, didn't last too long
He to work 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 through his veins
Like a thousand trains
And eased his mind in the hours that he
While the kids ran around wearin' peoples' clothes

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

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

But life had its fun
And there was to be done
But his house that he bought on the G. I. Bill
For a flag draped casket on a local hill

There's a hole in 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 too long on broken radios