Luyện nghe bài hát Weathered Statues

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

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

Lonely men who are
Once but not for long
hands hold canes
Where the once 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
days and sable nights
Who upon his soul

His honor away from him
Like pigeons on the
Spendin' his last
On cheap wine and

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

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