Luyện nghe bài hát White Boots Marching in a Yellow Land

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

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

Red, the bugles of the dawn
The morning has arrived, you must be
And the patrol chase their chartered souls
Like cold whores following tired

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

them from the forest and burn them from your sight
Tie their hands behind their and question through the night
But when the firing is ready, they'll be spitting where they stand
At the white boots marching in a land

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

The comic and the beauty queen are on the stage
Raw recruits are lining up like coffins in a
We're fighting in a war, we lost the war began
We're the boots marching in a yellow land

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