Luyện nghe bài hát Weathered Statues

Weathered
Tin that march in our parks
Wrapped in yellowed
On benches in the dark

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

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

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

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

His honor flew away him
Like pigeons on the
Spendin' his last
On cheap and sins

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

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