Luyện nghe bài hát The Box

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

was issued round about all with a flourish and a shout
And a gaily colored mascot 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 understood, children happen to be good
They were as good around the time of yore
They didn't try to the locks
Or break into deadly box
never tried to play about with war

Mommies didn't either, sisters, aunts, grannies
'Cause were quiet and sweet and pretty
In those wondrous days of
Well, much the same as now, not the ones to blame somehow
For opening up deadly box of war

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

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

It the children mainly, and I'll tell you this quite plainly
It bumps them everyday and and more
And leaves them and burned and dying
Thousands of them sick and
'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 absolutely sure that we get it back into the box
And bind the chains and the locks
No one seems to want to save the anymore

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