Luyện nghe bài hát Weathered Statues

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

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

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

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

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

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

Still they make the
And still grow old
Hundred minds with
let the young men die

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