Luyện nghe bài hát Where Are You Now My Son

(Words and Music by Baez)

It's to the battleground that always makes me cry
I've met so few folks in my who weren't afraid to die
But dawn bleeds with the people here and morning are red
As girls load up bicycles with flowers for the dead

An aging woman along the craters and the rubble
A of cloth, a bit of shoe, a whole lifetime of trouble
A sobbing chant from her throat and splits the morning air
The single son she had last is buried under her

They say the war is done
Where are you now, my

An old man unsteady gait and beard of ancient white
to the ground with arms outstretched faltering in his plight
I took his hand to steady him, he stood and did not
But smiled and and bowed and mumbled softly, "Danke shoen"

The children on the of the villages and towns
Would stand around us as we stood like giant clowns
The mourning bands told whom they'd lost by night's phantom messenger
And they spoke only words in English, "Johnson, Nixon, Kissinger"

Now that the being won
are you now, my son?

The siren gives a running break to who live in town
Take the children and the blankets to the concrete
Sometimes sing and joke and paint bright pictures on the wall
And wonder if we die well and if we'd loved at all

The helmetless defiant ones sit on the and stare
At tracers flashing through the sky and bursting in air
But way out in the villages no comes before a blast
That means a sleeping child will never it to the door

The days of our youth fun
are you now, my son?

From the distant cabins in the sky where no man hears the
Of death on from his own bombs, six pilots were shot down
Next day six hulking bandaged men dazzled by a room
Of newsmen. keep the faith, let's hope this war ends soon

In a prison camp where they no longer had command
shook their heads, what irony, we thought peace was at hand
The preacher read a Christmas prayer and the men kneeled on the
sheepishly asked me to sing "They Drove Old Dixie Down"

Yours was the gun
Where are you now, my

We in the lobby celebrating Chrismas Eve
The French, the Poles, the Indians, Cubans and
The tiny our host had fixed sweetened familiar psalms
But the most sacred of prayers was shattered by the bombs

So back into the where two lovely women rose
And with a brilliance and a fierceness and a gentleness froze
The of us to silence as their voices soared with joy
Outshining bomb that fell that night upon Hanoi

With bravery we sun
But where are you now, my

Oh of the shelters what a gift you've given me
To smile at me and quietly let me share agony
And I can bow in utter humbleness and ask
Forgiveness and forgiveness for the things brought to pass

The black pyjama'd culture that we tried to kill pellet holes
And rows of coffins we've paid for with our souls
Have built a seldom seen in women and in men
And the white flower of Bac Mai will surely once again

I've heard that the war is
Then are you now, my son?

Chandos Music (ASCAP)