Luyện nghe bài hát To Bobby

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

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

Do you the voices in the night, Bobby?
crying for you
See the children in the light, Bobby
dying

No one could say it like you it
We'd only try and just it
You stood alone upon the till it was sinking

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

Do you hear the in the night, Bobby?
crying for you
See the in the morning light, Bobby
They're

the pictures in the Times
Could no longer be put in
When all the eyes of starving children are open

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

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

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

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

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