Luyện nghe bài hát The Sad Story Of Sam Stone

Sam
Prine

Sam came home,
To his and family
After 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 round his brain,
And gave him all the he lacked,
a Purple Heart and a monkey on his back.

There's a hole in daddy's arm all the money goes,
Jesus Christ died for I suppose.
Little pitchers big ears,
Don't to count the years,
Sweet songs never 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
When he got that feeling
For a dollar habit without overtime.
And the gold rolled through his
Like a railroad trains,
And eased his mind in the that he chose,
While the ran around wearin' other peoples' clothes...

Chorus:

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