Luyện nghe bài hát The War

I got at 19
Me and a of boys from home
'43, drove out to Pine Bluff and signed on
Went to basic south of
Put me on coast bound train
Spent days out in San Diego
And shipped me back east again
a port out of New York
Slept for months in British
it up down in London town
And shipped me back out again
The preacher said "Boys he who is killed tonight will dine with the in Paradise"
One boy spoke up, said "preacher come on, eat your supper us
Never talk about those days
of friends left behind
But I made it all the way across
And I fought at the line
Road a tank into
them better than the French
Like my daddy, thirty years
I did my time in a
Lots of there's no water
But the liquor me warm
The cellars were stocked to the ceiling booze
So I carried a bottle my gun
The preacher said "Boys he who is killed tonight will dine 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 as I could
I get back 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 sound 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, said "preacher on, eat your supper with us"
I'd be no guest at the table of the
His food was not to be
I cursed His name every chance that I could
And I recon that's why I'm alive