Luyện nghe bài hát Weathered Statues

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

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

men who are tortured
Once but not for long
Gnarled hands hold
Where the once were before

by the children
Whose lives he saved
Forgotten by a
leg in war he gave

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

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

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

day, another statue
Falls out in the
Weathered
Still on and on