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 will before a man
When white boots marching in a yellow land

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

Red, blow the bugles of the
The morning has arrived, you must be
And the lost patrol chase their souls
Like cold following tired armies

Train well, the men who will be fighting by your side
And never turn 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 back and question through the night
But when the firing squad is ready, they'll be spitting where they
At the white boots marching in a yellow

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

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

And the lost patrol chase chartered souls
Like cold whores tired armies