Luyện nghe bài hát White Boots Marching in a Yellow Land

The pilot's playing poker in the of the plane
The casualties are rising like the dropping of
And the mountain of machinery fall before a man
When your white boots marching in a yellow

It's written in the ashes of the towns we burn
written in the empty bed of the fathers unreturned
And the chocolate in the children's eyes never understand
When you're white marching in a yellow land

Red, blow the of the dawn
The morning has arrived, you be gone
And the lost patrol chase their chartered
Like whores following tired armies

Train well, the men who will be fighting by your side
And never your back if the battle turns the tide
For the of a civil war are louder than commands
you're white boots marching in a yellow land

Blow them from the forest and burn them from sight
Tie their hands behind their back and question the night
But when the firing squad is ready, they'll be spitting they stand
At the white boots marching in a yellow

Red, blow the of the dawn
The morning has arrived, you be gone
And the lost chase their chartered souls
Like whores following tired armies

The and the beauty queen are dancing on the stage
Raw recruits are lining up like in a cage
We're fighting in a war, we before the war began
the white boots marching in a yellow land

And the lost patrol their chartered souls
Like cold following tired armies