Luyện nghe bài hát Soft Touch

There's a brown shirt swapped for a blue tie
There's a truth swapped for a thin blue lie
There's a man sporting a clean cut dream
There's a slim man courting a extreme

a fly-blown flag in a dry-bone town
There will be no ships because they've all gone
There's a man a medal but he'll never sleep
are guns in his head, they say no war was cheap

There are heaped up dreams on the of slag
There are moped up as the hours drag
a suitcase gone and there's an empty drawer
There's a cup lying on the floor

There are asked in the house tonight
There's a wife been involved in a fight
There's a husband who she hardly knows
There's a patched up dream for a rose
There's a touch finally come to blows