Luyện nghe bài hát To Bobby

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

You us marching on the road
And said how 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 morning light,
They're

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

And in a frenzy we to reach you
With and letters 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
They're

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

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

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 at your door
And scribbled about the war
We're only saying the time is and there is work to do

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

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