Luyện nghe bài hát The War

I got at 19
Me and a bunch of boys home
January '43, drove out to Pine and signed on
Went to basic of Birmingham
Put me on west coast train
Spent three days out in San
And they shipped me back east
Left a port out of New
Slept for in British rain
Tore it up down in town
And they shipped me out again
The preacher said "Boys he who is killed tonight dine with the Lord in Paradise"
One boy spoke up, said "preacher come on, eat your supper us
Never talk about those first
Lots of left behind
But I made it all the way across
And I fought at the line
Road a tank Belgium
them better than the French
Like my daddy, thirty before
I did my in a trench
Lots of days there's no
But the kept me warm
The cellars were stocked to the ceiling booze
So I carried a with my gun
The preacher said "Boys he who is tonight will dine with the Lord in Paradise"
One boy spoke up, said "preacher on, eat your supper with us"
times I made sergeant
I'm not kind of man
And pretty much just as quick as I
I get back to private again
Cause taken' never suited me
them out was much worse
I could not stand to get my killed
So I took care of myself
Now I know that don't right
think too bad of me
Now it me up nights
I could have done differently
The preacher said "Boys he who is killed tonight will dine with the in Paradise."
One boy spoke up, "preacher come on, eat your supper with us"
I'd be no guest at the table of the
His was not to be mine
'Cause I cursed His name chance that I could
And I recon why I'm still alive