Luyện nghe bài hát Weathered Statues

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

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

Lonely men who are
Once proud but not for
hands hold canes
Where the guns were before

Taunted by the
Whose parent's lives he
Forgotten by a
leg in war he gave

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

His flew away from him
Like pigeons on the
his last pennies
On cheap wine and

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

Another day, statue
out in the dawn
Weathered
march on and on