Luyện nghe bài hát Soldier

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

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

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

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

The soldier stood between them, the whistling stones
And then the bottles 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 home by his kin

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

A yell of fear a screech of the shattering of glass
The window of the station broke to let the package
A scream came from the as they ran towards the door
Dragging children crying the bomb upon the floor

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

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

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

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

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

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

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