Luyện nghe bài hát White Boots Marching in a Yellow Land

The playing poker in the cockpit of the plane
The are rising like the dropping of rain
And the mountain of machinery will before a man
When your white boots marching in a yellow

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

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

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

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

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

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

And the lost patrol chase their souls
Like cold whores following armies