Luyện nghe bài hát The War Was In Color

I see found a box of my things
Infantries, and smoldering airplane wings
These old pictures are cool, tell me some
Was it the old war movies?
Sit son, let me fill you in

to begin? Let's start with the end
This and white photo, don't capture the skin
From the of a gun to a soldier who's done
me grandson, the war was in color

From to sea, from factory to sky
From to rifle, from boot camp to battle cry
I the mask up high on a daylight run
held my face in its clammy hand
Crawled over coconut logs and in the coral sand

to begin? Lets start with the end
This black and white photo, don't capture the
the shock of a shell or the memory of smell
If red is for Hell, the war was in

I the canvas bag over the railing
The dead with the ship still sailing
Out of our hands and into the sea

I felt the stitching up soldiers
a blanket of dead and as the night grows colder
In a back home, a Blue Star is traded for Gold

Where to Let's start with the end
This black and photo, don't capture the skin
When metal is churned and bodies are
earned, the war was in color

Now I lay in my at age 21
Long before you born, before I bore a son
good did it do? Well, hopefully for you
A world without war, a life full of

Where to Start with the end
This black and white photo never my skin
Once it was torn from an thorn
Straight through the core, the war was in

to begin? Let's start with the end
This and white photo never captured my skin
the flash of a gun to a soldier who's done
Trust me grandson, the war was in

me grandson, the war was in color
Trust me grandson, the war was in