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 left us on the road
And how heavy was the load
But the years were young, the 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 only try and forget it
You stood alone upon the mountain till it was

And in a we tried to reach you
With looks and we would beseech you
Never what, where or how you were thinking

Do you hear the voices in the night,
crying for you
See the in the morning light, Bobby
dying

Perhaps the pictures in the
no longer be put in rhymes
When all the of starving children are wide open

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

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

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

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

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