Luyện nghe bài hát Where Are You Now My Son

(Words and by Joan Baez)

walking 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 skies are red
As young girls up bicycles with flowers for the dead

An aging woman picks the craters and the rubble
A piece of cloth, a bit of shoe, a whole lifetime of
A sobbing chant comes from her throat and splits the air
The single son she had last night is under her

They say that the war is
are you now, my son?

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

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

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

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

The helmetless defiant ones sit on the curb and
At tracers flashing the sky and planes bursting in air
But way out in the villages no warning comes a blast
That means a sleeping child never make it to the door

The days of our youth fun
Where are you now, my

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

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

was the righteous gun
Where are you now, my

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

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

With we have sun
But where are you now, my

Oh people of the what a gift you've given me
To at me and quietly let me share your agony
And I can only bow in utter and ask
Forgiveness and forgiveness for the things we've brought to

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

heard that the war is done
Then are you now, my son?

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