Luyện nghe bài hát The Box

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

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

Well, the children understood, happen to be good
They were as good around the time of yore
They didn't try to the locks
Or into that deadly box
They tried to play about with war

Mommies either, sisters, aunts, grannies neither
'Cause they were quiet and sweet and
In wondrous days of yore
Well, very much the same as now, not the ones to blame
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 made up of guns and flags
And all the tears and and the death that goes with war

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

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

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

Well, the way it all appears
'Cause it's been 'round for years and years
In spite of all the whizzed 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"