Luyện nghe bài hát Weathered Statues

Weathered
Tin soldiers that in our parks
Wrapped in newsprint
On their benches in the

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

men who are tortured
Once but not for long
hands hold canes
Where the guns were before

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

Silver gleams his chest
Though sweat on his brow
days and sable nights
Who work upon his

His honor away from him
Like on the wind
his last pennies
On cheap wine and

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

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