Luyện nghe bài hát Soldier

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

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

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

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

The soldier between them, between the whistling stones
And then the broken that led to broken bones
The bombs that burnt his hands the nails that pierced his skin
And now wished that he'd stayed at surrounded by his kin

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

A of fear a screech of brakes the shattering of glass
The window of the station to let the package pass
A scream came from the mothers as they ran the door
Dragging children from the bomb upon the floor

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

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

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

He saw the sights of summer the wind upon his brow
The young girls in the city parks how precious they now
The soaring of the swallow the of the swan
The music of the turning world so soon would it be

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

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

But will the growing up learn at their mothers' knees
The story of that who bought their liberty
Who used his youthful body as a towards the end
Who gave his to those who called him murderer not friend