Luyện nghe bài hát White Boots Marching in a Yellow Land

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

It's written in the ashes of the village we burn
It's written in the empty bed of the unreturned
And the chocolate in the children's eyes will never
When you're white boots 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 cold following tired armies

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

Blow them from the forest and burn from your sight
Tie their hands behind their back and question the night
But when the firing squad is ready, they'll be spitting where they
At the 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 cold whores tired armies

The comic and the beauty 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
We're the white marching in a yellow land

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