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 of rain
And the mountain of machinery will before a man
When your white boots marching in a yellow

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

Red, the bugles of the dawn
The has arrived, you must be gone
And the lost patrol their chartered souls
cold whores following tired armies

Train them well, the men who will be by your side
And turn your back if the battle turns the tide
For the colors of a civil war are than commands
you're white boots marching in a yellow land

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

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

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

And the lost chase their chartered souls
cold whores following tired armies