Luyện nghe bài hát The Sad Story Of Sam Stone

Sam
Prine

Sam came home,
To his wife and
After in the conflict overseas.
And the that he served,
Had all his nerves,
And left a shrapnel in his knee.
But the morphine the pain,
And the grew round his brain,
And him all the confidence he lacked,
With a Purple Heart and a on his back.

There's a hole in daddy's arm all the money goes,
Christ died for nothin' I suppose.
Little have big ears,
Don't stop to the years,
Sweet songs never too long 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
When he got that feeling
For a hundred dollar without overtime.
And the gold rolled his veins
Like a railroad trains,
And eased his in the hours that he chose,
While the kids ran around other peoples' clothes...

Repeat

Sam was alone
When he his last balloon
Climbing walls sitting in a chair
Well, he played his last
While the room smelled like death
an overdose hovering in the air
But life had its fun
And there was nothing to be
But his house that he bought on the G. I. Bill
For a flag draped on a local heroes' hill.