Luyện nghe bài hát Weathered Statues

Weathered
Tin soldiers that march in our
in yellowed newsprint
On benches in the dark

faces filled with sadness
Sorrow from your nights
Survivin' on old
But now the, the have died

men who are tortured
Once but not for long
Gnarled hold canes
Where the guns once were

Taunted by the
Whose lives he saved
Forgotten by a
Whose leg in war he

Silver upon his chest
Though gleams on his brow
Darker days and sable
Who upon his soul

His honor away from him
pigeons on the wind
Spendin' his last
On cheap wine and

they make the soldiers
And still grow old
minds with dignity
They let the men die

Another day, another
Falls out in the
Weathered
march on and on