Luyện nghe bài hát Weathered Statues

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

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

Lonely men who are
Once proud but not for
Gnarled hold canes
Where the guns were before

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

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

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

Still make the soldiers
And soldiers grow old
Hundred with dignity
let the young men die

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