Luyện nghe bài hát The Box

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

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

Well, the children understood, children happen to be
were just as good around the time of yore
They try to pick the locks
Or break into deadly box
They tried to play about with war

Mommies either, sisters, aunts, grannies neither
they were quiet and sweet 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 across the
A of bouncy bumpy ball made up of guns and flags
And all the tears and horror and the death goes with war

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

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

Now there's a way to stop the ball, it difficult at all
All it is wisdom
I'm absolutely sure that we could get it into the box
And bind the chains and lock the
No one to want to save the children anymore

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