Luyện nghe bài hát Soldier

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

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

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

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

The soldier stood them, between the whistling stones
And then the broken that 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 people the soldier soon was bored
But better in the than where the people warred
The room up with mothers with daughters and with sons
Who stared with fingers at the soldier and his gun

A yell of a screech 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 crying from the bomb upon the floor

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

Take cover! yelled the soldier, Take cover for lives
And the Irishmen threw down their young and stood before 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 moved 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 in England to those he loved so well

He saw the sights of summer the wind upon his brow
The young girls in the city parks how precious were now
The soaring of the the beauty of the swan
The music of the turning world so soon it be gone

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

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

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 gave his to those who called him murderer not friend