Luyện nghe bài hát Sweet Bird Of Truth

Arabia, Arabia,

6 in the mornin'
I'm the last person in this plane still
Y'know, I can almost smell the blood washin' the shores
Of lands that can't forget it's past

Oh, the wind that this plane
Is the wind of change, an' hellbent
the mountain tops we go
Just like all the other G.I. Joes,

This is your captain calling, with an warning
above the Gulf of Arabia, our altitude is falling
An' I can't hold her up, there's no time for
All on deck, this bird is sinking

Across the beaches an' cranes, an' trains
All the money I've made, I've maimed
Time was I seemed to know
like any other G.I. Joe

Should I cry like a baby, die like a
While all the planets go to war, joining hands
Oh, what a heaven, a hell
You know there's nothing can be in the whole wide world

I don't know wrong or right
I'm just a guy with bottled up insides
I ever been to church or believed in Jesus Christ
But I'm praying that God's you when you die

This is captain calling, with an urgent warning
We're above the Gulf of Arabia, our altitude is
And I can't hold her up, there's no for thinking
All hands on deck, this is sinking

Arabia, Arabia,