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 eased the pain
And the grass round his brain
And him all the confidence he lacked
With a purple heart and a 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 stop to the years
Sweet songs last too long on broken radios

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

And the gold through his veins
Like a railroad trains
And eased his mind in the that he chose
While the ran around wearin' other peoples' clothes

There's a in daddy's arm where all the money goes
Jesus Christ died for 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 popped his last
Climbing walls while sitting in a
Well, he played his last request while the room smelled like death
an overdose hovering in the air

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

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