Luyện nghe bài hát The Sad Story Of Sam Stone

Sam
Prine

Sam came home,
To his wife and
After serving in the overseas.
And the that he served,
Had all his nerves,
And left a shrapnel in his knee.
But the morphine the pain,
And the grass round his brain,
And him all the confidence 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 have big ears,
stop to count the years,
Sweet never last too long on broken radios.
Mmm....

Sam Stone's home
last too long.
He went to work when he'd his last dime
And Sammy took to
he got that empty feeling
For a hundred dollar habit overtime.
And the rolled through his veins
Like a railroad trains,
And eased his mind in the hours he chose,
the kids ran around wearin' other peoples' clothes...

Repeat

Sam was alone
When he his last balloon
Climbing while sitting in a chair
Well, he his last request
the room smelled just like death
With an hovering in the air
But had lost its fun
And there was to be done
But trade his that he bought on the G. I. Bill
For a flag draped casket on a local hill.