Luyện nghe bài hát The War

I got at 19
Me and a bunch of from home
January '43, drove out to Pine Bluff and on
to basic south of Birmingham
Put me on west coast bound
Spent three out in San Diego
And they shipped me back again
a port out of New York
Slept for in British rain
Tore it up in London town
And they shipped me back out
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
talk about those first days
Lots of friends left
But I made it all the way across
And I fought at the Maginot
Road a tank Belgium
them better than the French
Like my daddy, thirty before
I did my time in a
of days there's no water
But the liquor me warm
The cellars were stocked to the with booze
So I carried a bottle my gun
The preacher said "Boys he who is killed tonight will with the Lord in Paradise"
One boy spoke up, said "preacher come on, eat supper with us"
Three times I sergeant
I'm not kind of man
And pretty much as quick as I could
I get busted to private again
taken' orders never suited me
Giving them out was much
I could not stand to get my killed
So I care of myself first
Now I know that don't right
think too bad of me
Now it me up nights
What I could done differently
The preacher said "Boys he who is 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 alive