Luyện nghe bài hát Weathered Statues

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

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

Lonely men who are
Once proud but not for
Gnarled hands canes
Where the guns once before

Taunted by the
Whose lives he saved
by a state
Whose leg in war he

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

His honor flew from him
Like pigeons on the
Spendin' his pennies
On cheap and sins

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

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