Luyện nghe bài hát Weathered Statues

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

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

Lonely men who are
proud but not for long
Gnarled hands hold
Where the guns were before

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

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

His honor flew away him
pigeons on the wind
Spendin' his pennies
On cheap wine and

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

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