Luyện nghe bài hát The War

I got at 19
Me and a of boys from home
January '43, drove out to Pine Bluff and on
Went to south of Birmingham
Put me on west coast train
three days out in San Diego
And they shipped me back east
Left a out of New York
Slept for months in rain
it up down in London town
And they shipped me out again
The preacher said "Boys he who is killed will dine with the Lord in Paradise"
One boy spoke up, said "preacher come on, eat your supper us
Never talk about those first
of friends left behind
But I made it all the way France
And I fought at the line
Road a into Belgium
them better than the French
Like my daddy, thirty years
I did my in a trench
of days there's no water
But the kept me warm
The cellars stocked to the ceiling with booze
So I a bottle with my gun
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"
Three I made sergeant
I'm not kind of man
And pretty much just as quick as I
I get busted back to again
taken' orders never suited me
Giving them out was worse
I could not stand to get my friends
So I took care of myself
Now I know don't sound right
Don't too bad of me
Now it me up nights
What I could done differently
The preacher said "Boys he who is killed tonight will with the Lord in Paradise."
One boy spoke up, said "preacher come on, eat your with us"
I'd be no guest at the of the Lord
His food was not to be
'Cause I cursed His name every chance I could
And I recon that's why I'm alive