Luyện nghe bài hát Weathered Statues

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

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

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

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

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

His honor flew from him
Like pigeons on the
his last pennies
On cheap wine and

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

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