Luyện nghe bài hát Soldier

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

Come the British Army! said the posters in his town
See the world and have your fun, come serve the Crown
The jobs hard 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 Empire long was
Just ten years in the army getting paid for bossed
Then leave a man a man who's made the grade
A medal and a pension, some mem'ries and a

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

The soldier stood them, between the whistling stones
And then the broken bottles led to broken bones
The petrol bombs burnt his hands the nails that pierced his skin
And now wished that he'd stayed at home 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 itchy fingers at the and his gun

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

The stood and could not move 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 throw it in the
There were far too many people there, too many running

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

The soldier towards the bomb his stomach like a stone
Why was his battle 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 upon his brow
The young girls in the city parks how precious they now
The soaring of the 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 blown across the floor his blood a crimson lake
They never him cry or shout they never heard him moan
And they turned their children's from the blood and from the bones

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

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