Luyện nghe bài hát The War

I got at 19
Me and a of boys from home
January '43, out to Pine Bluff and signed on
Went to south of Birmingham
Put me on west coast bound
three days out in San Diego
And they shipped me east again
a port out of New York
Slept for in British rain
Tore it up in London town
And shipped me back out again
The preacher said "Boys he who is tonight will dine with the Lord in Paradise"
One boy up, said "preacher come on, eat your supper with us
Never talk about those first
Lots of friends left
But I it all the way across France
And I fought at the line
Road a tank Belgium
Like better than the French
Like my daddy, years before
I did my time in a
Lots of there's no water
But the liquor kept me
The cellars were stocked to the with booze
So I carried a with my gun
The preacher said "Boys he who is killed tonight will with the Lord in Paradise"
One boy up, said "preacher come on, eat your supper with us"
times I made sergeant
I'm not that of man
And pretty just as quick as I could
I get busted back to private
Cause taken' orders never me
them out was much worse
I could not to get my friends killed
So I took of myself first
Now I know that don't sound
Don't too bad of me
Now it keeps me up
What I could done differently
The preacher "Boys he who is killed tonight will dine with the Lord in Paradise."
One boy spoke up, said "preacher on, eat your supper with us"
I'd be no at the table of the Lord
His was not to be mine
'Cause I cursed His name every chance I could
And I recon that's why I'm alive