Luyện nghe bài hát Soldier

In a station in the a British soldier stood
Talking to the people there if the people
Some just in hatred, and others turned in pain
And the British soldier wished he was back home again

Come join the British Army! the posters in his town
See the world and have your fun, come serve before the
The jobs hard to come by and he could not face the dole
So he his country's shilling and enlisted on the roll

For was no fear of fighting, the Empire long was lost
Just ten years in the army paid for being bossed
Then leave a man a man who's made the grade
A and a pension, some mem'ries and a trade

Then came the to Ireland as the call had came before
Another bloody chapter in an civil war
The priests they stood on both sides the priests stood behind
Another fight in Jesus's name the against the blind

The soldier stood between them, the whistling stones
And then the bottles that led to broken bones
The petrol bombs that his hands the nails that pierced his skin
And now wished that stayed at home surrounded by his kin

The station filled with people the soldier soon was
But better in the station than where the warred
The filled up with mothers with daughters and with sons
Who stared with fingers at the soldier and his gun

A yell of fear a screech of brakes the of glass
The window of the broke to let the package pass
A came from the mothers as they ran towards the door
Dragging crying from the bomb upon the floor

The soldier and could not move his gun he could not use
He knew the bomb had seconds and not on the fuse
He could not run to pick it up and it in the street
There were far too many people there, too many feet

Take cover! yelled the soldier, Take cover for your
And the Irishmen down their young and stood before their wives
They turned the soldier, their eyes alive with fear
For God's sake our children or they'll end their short lives here

The soldier towards the bomb his stomach like a stone
Why was this his battle God why was he
He lay down on the package and he one farewell
To those at home in England to those he so well

He saw the sights of summer felt the wind his brow
The young girls in the parks how precious were they now
The soaring of the swallow the beauty of the
The of the turning world so soon would it be gone

A muffled soft explosion and the room began to
The soldier blown across the his blood a crimson lake
They never heard him cry or they never heard him moan
And they turned their faces from the blood and from the bones

The crowd soon gathered and the ambulances came
To carry off the body of a pawn lost to the
And the crowd clapped and cheered and they sang their rebel songs
One less to interfere where he did not belong

But the children growing up learn at their mothers' knees
The story of that soldier who bought their
Who his youthful body as a means towards the end
Who gave his life to who called him murderer not friend