Luyện nghe bài hát The Sad Story Of Sam Stone

Sam
Prine

Sam came home,
To his wife and
serving in the conflict overseas.
And the that he served,
Had all his nerves,
And a little shrapnel in his knee.
But the morphine the pain,
And the grass grew his brain,
And gave him all the he lacked,
With a Purple and a monkey on his back.

There's a hole in arm where all the money goes,
Jesus died for nothin' I suppose.
Little pitchers big ears,
Don't stop to the years,
Sweet songs never last too on broken radios.
Mmm....

Sam Stone's home
Didn't too long.
He went to work he'd spent his last dime
And Sammy took to
he got that empty feeling
For a hundred dollar without overtime.
And the gold through his veins
Like a railroad trains,
And eased his mind in the that he chose,
While the kids ran around wearin' other clothes...

Repeat

Sam Stone was
When he popped his balloon
walls while sitting in a chair
Well, he played his request
the room smelled just like death
With an hovering in the air
But had lost its fun
And there was nothing to be
But trade his house he bought on the G. I. Bill
For a flag draped casket on a heroes' hill.