Luyện nghe bài hát The Sad Story Of Sam Stone

Sam
John

Sam Stone home,
To his wife and
After in the conflict overseas.
And the time he served,
Had all his nerves,
And left a shrapnel in his knee.
But the eased the pain,
And the grass grew 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 pitchers big ears,
stop to count the years,
Sweet songs last too long on broken radios.
Mmm....

Sam welcome home
Didn't too long.
He went to work he'd spent his last dime
And Sammy to stealing
When he got empty feeling
For a hundred dollar without overtime.
And the gold rolled through his
Like a railroad trains,
And eased his mind in the hours he chose,
While the ran around wearin' other peoples' clothes...

Chorus:

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