Luyện nghe bài hát The Box

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

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

Well, the children understood, happen to be good
They just as good around the time of yore
didn't try to pick the locks
Or into that deadly box
They never tried to about with war

didn't either, sisters, aunts, grannies neither
'Cause were quiet and sweet and pretty
In those wondrous of yore
Well, very much the same as now, not the to blame somehow
For opening up that box of war

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

It bounced out and went bashing all about
And bumping into everything in
And was sad and most unfair
Is it didn't really seem to care
who it bumped, or why, or what, or for

It bumped the children mainly, and tell you this quite plainly
It bumps them everyday and more and
And leaves them dead and burned and
Thousands of them sick and
'Cause when it bumps, it's very sore

Now there's a way to stop the ball, it isn't at all
All it takes is
I'm sure that we could get it back into the box
And bind the and lock the locks
No one seems to to save the children anymore

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