Luyện nghe bài hát The Sad Story Of Sam Stone

Sam
John

Sam Stone home,
To his wife and
After serving in the 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 Heart and a monkey on his back.

There's a hole in daddy's arm all the money goes,
Jesus Christ for nothin' I suppose.
Little have big ears,
Don't to count the years,
Sweet songs never too long on broken radios.
Mmm....

Sam Stone's welcome
Didn't too long.
He went to work when spent his last dime
And took to stealing
When he got that empty
For a hundred habit without overtime.
And the gold rolled through his
Like a railroad trains,
And his mind in the hours that he chose,
While the kids ran around wearin' other clothes...

Repeat

Sam Stone was
he popped his last balloon
Climbing walls while in a chair
Well, he played his last
While the room smelled just death
an overdose hovering in the air
But life had its fun
And there was nothing to be
But trade his house that he on the G. I. Bill
For a flag draped casket on a heroes' hill.