Luyện nghe bài hát The Box

Once upon a time in the of Hushabye
Around about the wondrous of yore
They came a sort of box
Bound up with chains and locked with
And labeled, "Kindly do not touch, war"

Decree was issued round about all with a and a shout
And a gaily mascot tripping lightly on the fore
"Don't fiddle with this box
Or break the chains, or pick the
And please, ever play about with war"

Well, the children understood, children to be good
They were as good around the time of yore
They try to pick the locks
Or break into deadly box
never tried to play about with war

Mommies didn't either, sisters, aunts, grannies
'Cause they were quiet and and pretty
In those wondrous of yore
Well, very much the as now, not the ones to blame somehow
For opening up deadly box of war

But someone did, battered in the lid
And spilled the insides out the floor
A sort of bouncy bumpy ball up of guns and flags
And all the tears and horror and the that goes with war

It bounced out and went bashing all about
And bumping into in store
And was sad and most unfair
Is that it really seem to care
who it bumped, or why, or what, or for

It bumped the children mainly, and I'll tell you this plainly
It bumps everyday and more and more
And leaves dead and burned and dying
Thousands of them and crying
when it bumps, it's really very sore

Now a way to stop the ball, it isn't difficult at all
All it is wisdom
I'm absolutely sure that we could get it into the box
And the chains and lock the locks
No one to want to save the children anymore

Well, the way it all appears
it's been bouncing 'round for years and years
In spite of all the wisdom whizzed those wondrous days of yore
And the time they came the box
Bound up with chains and locked locks
And labeled, "Kindly do not touch, war"