Luyện nghe bài hát Soldier

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 of the turning world so soon would it be gone

A muffled soft explosion and the room to quake
The soldier blown across the floor his blood a lake
They never heard him cry or shout they never heard him
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 pawn lost to the
And the crowd clapped and cheered and they sang their rebel songs
One less to interfere where he did not belong

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