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 locked with
And labeled, "Kindly do not touch, war"

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

Well, the children understood, children to be good
They were just as good around the time of
They try to pick the locks
Or break into deadly box
They never to play about with war

Mommies didn't either, sisters, aunts, neither
'Cause they were and sweet and pretty
In wondrous days of yore
Well, very the same as now, not the ones to blame somehow
For opening up that box of war

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

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

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

Now there's a way to 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 chains and lock the
No one seems to want to save the children

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