Luyện nghe bài hát Where Have All Our Heroes Gone

Where have all our heroes gone what's over our great land
America is still my home sweet home but where all our heroes gone
I saw a group of the other day standing in the corner of a playground
Looking and at a magazine
And I overheard one of the boys said man is he cool
And he pointed to the man who's picture was on the magazine
And everybody kinda under their breath yeah he's cool alright
And I got to my stomach
Because I'd seen the and the man that they were talking about
Had instigated a riot in one of our cities last summer
And the magazine was writing about how the police unkind to him
The judges were not fair him
And how he talked and slung his long hair about and cussed
And did his and they made him into a regular hero
And inside this magazine was the story of a baseball
Who got with the gamblers
Of the football player who said that was not the end
Just a to an end meanin' the girls and the good times
And a story of a folk singer who proudly
To be both a member of a party ailen to our and a nontax payin' citizen
These boys read with open eyes and open minds
And I thought to my God
Are these the people that these young look up to
Are these their idols are the heroes of the now generation
(America is still my home sweet home but have all our heroes gone)
I had heroes when I was a kid we all did and our heroes did thing too
Like General Douglas who returned like he said he would
Like Gene Autry and Roy Rogers who the bad guys right off the screen
Like Lindberg who flew the and Jesse Owens who showed Hitler
And John Wayne and Gerry Cooper all didn't they really win the war
And General Ike bless soul cause he made us feel safe
We've killed some of our recent heroes the Kennedys and
And even as as their space feats are
How of the astronauts can you name huh how many
My heroes were people like Joe DiMaggio who that nice guys can finish first
And Stan Musian who never had an word for anybody
And Winston Churchill two fingers raised together meant victory
Not just a let-your-enemy-have-it-all kind of artificial
country needs a lotta things today friends
But it need any one thing anymore than it needs some real heroes
Men who know it means to be looked up to by a griny faced kid
Men who sign autograph books and not deal under the table
Men who are to play the game with the people who made them heroes
Men who don't mind putting on a white hat and saying thank you and
I wish I knew more men I'd be proud of for my son to look up to and say
Daddy when I up I want to be just-like-him (Where have all our heroes gone)