Luyện nghe bài hát The War

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