Luyện nghe bài hát The Sad Story Of Sam Stone

Sam
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Sam Stone home,
To his wife and
After in the conflict overseas.
And the time he served,
Had all his nerves,
And a little shrapnel in his knee.
But the eased the pain,
And the grew round his brain,
And gave him all the he lacked,
With a Purple Heart and a on his back.

There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the goes,
Christ died for nothin' I suppose.
Little pitchers big ears,
stop to count the years,
Sweet never last too long on broken radios.
Mmm....

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

Chorus:

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