Luyện nghe bài hát Soldier

In a in the city a British soldier stood
Talking to the people if the people would
Some stared in hatred, and others turned 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, serve before the Crown
The jobs were hard to by and he could not face the dole
So he his country's shilling and enlisted on the roll

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

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

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

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

A yell of fear a of brakes the shattering of glass
The of the station broke 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 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 throw it in the
There were far too many people there, too running feet

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

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

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

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

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

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