Luyện nghe bài hát Weathered Statues

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

Their faces filled with
Sorrow from your nights
on old glories
But now the, the have died

Lonely men who are
Once proud but not for
Gnarled hold canes
Where the guns once before

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

gleams upon his chest
Though gleams on his brow
Darker and sable nights
Who work upon his

His honor flew from him
Like on the wind
his last pennies
On wine and sins

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

Another day, another
Falls out in the
statues
Still on and on