Luyện nghe bài hát To Bobby

I'll put flowers at your
And I sing to you so sweet
And hope my will carry home to your heart

You us marching on the road
And how heavy was the load
But the years young, the struggle barely had its start

Do you the voices in the night, Bobby?
They're for you
See the children in the morning light,
They're

No one could say it you said it
We'd try and just forget it
You stood alone upon the mountain it was sinking

And in a we tried to reach you
With and letters we would beseech you
knowing what, where or how you were thinking

Do you the voices in the night, Bobby?
crying for you
See the children in the light, Bobby
They're

the pictures in the Times
Could no be put in rhymes
When all the eyes of starving children are wide

You cast aside the cursed
And put your magic into a
That made me think your was aching or even broken

But, if God hears my complaint, He will you
And so I, with all respect, I'll just relive you
And likewise, you must understand things we give you

Like these flowers at your
And notes about the war
We're saying the time is short and there is work to do

And still marching on the streets
With victories and big defeats
But is joy and there is hope and there's a place for you

And you have the voices in the night, Bobby
They're for you
See the children in the morning light,
They're