Luyện nghe bài hát White Boots Marching in a Yellow Land

The pilot's poker in the cockpit of the plane
The casualties are rising the dropping of rain
And the mountain of machinery will fall 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 bed of the fathers unreturned
And the chocolate in the children's eyes will never
When you're white boots marching in a land

Red, blow the of the dawn
The morning has arrived, you must be
And the lost chase their chartered souls
Like cold whores following tired

Train 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 louder commands
you're white boots marching in a yellow land

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

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

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

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