Luyện nghe bài hát The Box

Once upon a time in the land of
Around about the wondrous days of
They came across a 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 colored mascot tripping lightly on the fore
"Don't fiddle with this box
Or break the chains, or pick the
And please, don't ever about with war"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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