Luyện nghe bài hát Soldier

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

Come join the Army! said the posters in his town
See the world and have your fun, come serve the Crown
The jobs were hard to come by and he could not face the
So he took his shilling and enlisted on the roll

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

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

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

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

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

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

Take cover! yelled the soldier, cover for your lives
And the Irishmen threw down their young and before their wives
They turned towards the soldier, their eyes with fear
For God's sake save our children or they'll end 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 those he loved so

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

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

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

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