Luyện nghe bài hát Weathered Statues

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

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

Lonely men who are
Once proud but not for
Gnarled hands canes
Where the guns once were

by the children
Whose lives he saved
by a state
Whose leg in war he

Silver gleams upon his
sweat gleams on his brow
Darker and sable nights
Who work his soul

His honor flew from him
Like on the wind
Spendin' his pennies
On cheap and sins

Still make the soldiers
And soldiers grow old
Hundred minds with
They let the men die

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