Luyện nghe bài hát Weathered Statues

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

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

Lonely men who are
proud but not for long
Gnarled hold canes
the guns once were before

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

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

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

Still make the soldiers
And still grow old
Hundred minds with
They let the men die

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