Luyện nghe bài hát Weathered Statues

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

Their filled with sadness
Sorrow drawn from your
on old glories
But now the, the have died

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

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

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

His honor away from him
Like pigeons on the
Spendin' his pennies
On wine and sins

they make the soldiers
And soldiers grow old
Hundred minds dignity
let the young men die

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