Luyện nghe bài hát The Box

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

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

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

Mommies either, sisters, aunts, grannies neither
'Cause were quiet and sweet and pretty
In wondrous days of yore
Well, very much the as now, not the ones to blame somehow
For up that deadly box of war

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

It bounced right out and bashing all about
And bumping into everything in
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 everyday and and more
And leaves them dead and burned and
Thousands of sick and crying
'Cause when it bumps, really very sore

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

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