Luyện nghe bài hát The Sad Story Of Sam Stone

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Sam Stone home,
To his wife and
serving in the conflict overseas.
And the that 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 and a monkey on his back.

There's a hole in arm where all the money goes,
Jesus died for nothin' I suppose.
Little pitchers big ears,
stop to count the years,
Sweet songs never last too 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 feeling
For a hundred dollar habit overtime.
And the gold rolled his veins
a thousand railroad trains,
And eased his mind in the hours he chose,
While the kids ran around wearin' peoples' clothes...

Repeat

Sam Stone was
When he popped his balloon
Climbing while sitting in a chair
Well, he played his request
While the room smelled just like
With an overdose in the air
But had lost its fun
And there was nothing to be
But trade his that he bought on the G. I. Bill
For a draped casket on a local heroes' hill.