Luyện nghe bài hát To Bobby

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

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

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

No one could say it like you it
only try and just forget it
You stood upon the mountain till it was sinking

And in a frenzy we tried to you
looks and letters we would beseech you
Never knowing what, or how you were thinking

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

Perhaps the in the Times
Could no longer be put in
all the eyes of starving children are wide open

You aside the cursed crown
And put magic into a sound
That made me your heart was aching or even broken

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

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

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

And you have heard the in the night, Bobby
crying for you
See the children in the light, Bobby
dying