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 will fall before a man
When your boots marching in a yellow land

It's written in the of the village towns we burn
It's written in the bed of the fathers unreturned
And the chocolate in the children's eyes will understand
When you're white marching in a yellow land

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

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

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

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

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