Luyện nghe bài hát The Box

Once upon a time in the of Hushabye
Around about the wondrous days of
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 with a flourish and a
And a colored mascot tripping lightly on the fore
"Don't fiddle with deadly box
Or break the chains, or 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
They didn't try to pick the
Or break into deadly box
They tried to play about with war

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

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

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

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

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

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