Luyện nghe bài hát Weathered Statues

Weathered
Tin soldiers march in our parks
Wrapped in yellowed
On their benches in the

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

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

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

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

His flew away from him
pigeons on the wind
Spendin' his last
On wine and sins

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

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