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
Went to basic of Birmingham
Put me on west coast train
Spent three days out in San
And they shipped me back east
Left a out of New York
Slept for in British rain
Tore it up down in London
And they me back out again
The preacher "Boys he who is killed 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 at the Maginot line
Road a tank Belgium
Like better than the French
Like my daddy, thirty years
I did my time in a
Lots of there's no water
But the kept me warm
The cellars stocked to the ceiling with booze
So I carried a with my gun
The said "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"
Three times I sergeant
I'm not that of man
And much just as quick as I could
I get busted back to private
taken' orders never suited me
Giving out was much worse
I could not stand to get my killed
So I took care of first
Now I that don't sound right
Don't too bad of me
Now it me up nights
What I could have differently
The preacher said "Boys he who is killed will dine with the Lord 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 was not to be mine
'Cause I cursed His name every chance that I
And I that's why I'm still alive