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
drawn from your nights
Survivin' on old
But now the, the glories have

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

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

Silver gleams upon his
sweat gleams on his brow
Darker days and sable
Who upon his soul

His honor flew from him
Like on the wind
Spendin' his pennies
On wine and sins

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

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