Luyện nghe bài hát The Sad Story Of Sam Stone

Sam
Prine

Sam came home,
To his and family
serving in the conflict 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 Heart and a on his back.

There's a hole in arm where all the money goes,
Jesus died for nothin' I suppose.
pitchers have big ears,
Don't to count the years,
Sweet songs never too long on broken radios.
Mmm....

Sam Stone's welcome
Didn't too long.
He went to work when spent his last dime
And took to stealing
When he got that feeling
For a hundred dollar without overtime.
And the gold rolled through his
Like a railroad trains,
And eased his in the hours that he chose,
While the kids ran around wearin' other clothes...

Repeat

Sam Stone was
When he his last balloon
Climbing walls while sitting in a
Well, he his last request
While the room just like death
With an hovering in the air
But had lost 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 local hill.