Luyện nghe bài hát Weathered Statues

Weathered
Tin soldiers march in our parks
Wrapped in yellowed
On their in the dark

faces filled with sadness
Sorrow drawn from nights
on old glories
But now the, the glories have

Lonely men who are
Once but not for long
Gnarled hands hold
the guns once were before

Taunted by the
Whose parent's he saved
by a state
Whose leg in war he

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

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

they make the soldiers
And still grow old
Hundred minds dignity
let the young men die

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