Luyện nghe bài hát The Box

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

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

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

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

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

It bounced right out and bashing all about
And bumping everything in store
And what was sad and unfair
Is that it didn't really 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 them and more and more
And leaves them dead and and dying
Thousands of them and crying
'Cause when it bumps, it's very sore

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

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