Luyện nghe bài hát Weathered Statues

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

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

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

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

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

His flew away from him
Like on the wind
Spendin' his pennies
On cheap wine and

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

Another day, statue
Falls out in the
Weathered
march on and on