Luyện nghe bài hát Weathered Statues

Weathered
Tin soldiers that march in our
Wrapped in newsprint
On benches in the dark

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

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

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

Silver gleams his chest
sweat gleams on his brow
Darker days and nights
Who work his soul

His honor away from him
Like on the wind
Spendin' his last
On wine and sins

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

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