Luyện nghe bài hát The War Was In Color

I see you've a box of my things
Infantries, and smoldering airplane wings
These old are cool, tell me some stories
Was it like the old war
Sit son, let me fill you in

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

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

Where to begin? Lets start the end
This and white photo, don't capture the skin
From the 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 released with the still sailing
Out of our and into the swallowing sea

I the crossfire stitching up soldiers
Into a blanket of and as the night grows colder
In a window home, a Blue Star is traded for Gold

Where to begin? start with the end
This and white photo, don't capture the skin
When is churned and bodies are burned
Victory earned, the war was in

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

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

Where to begin? Let's with the end
This black and white photo captured my skin
the flash of a gun to a soldier who's done
Trust me grandson, the war was in

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