Luyện nghe bài hát The War

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