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 dropping of
And the mountain of machinery will fall a man
When white boots marching in a yellow land

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

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

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

Blow from the forest and burn them from your sight
Tie their hands behind their back and question 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 of the dawn
The morning has arrived, you be gone
And the lost patrol chase their souls
Like cold whores following tired

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

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