Luyện nghe bài hát Dress Blues

What can you see from your
I can't see anythin' from
Flags on the of the highway
And on grocery store signs

Maybe eighteen was too
Maybe or forty is too
Did you get your to make peace with the man
Before He sent down his for you?

Mamas and grand love you
'Cause that's all know how to do
You never on the bombs in the sand
Or in your dress blues

Your wife said this all would be
When you got home in a week
Turn twenty two and we'd you
In a bar or a by the creek

Your baby would just be here
And your very last tour be up
But you be back, they're all dressin' in black
sweet tea in Styrofoam cups

Mamas and grand mamas you
American hate to lose
You never planned on the in the sand
Or sleepin' in your dress

The high school ready
of flowers and old Legionnaires
Nobody up to protest
Just and stare

There's red, white and in the rafters
And silent old men from the Corps
What did they say they shipped you away
To fight somebody's Hollywood

Nobody here forget you
You showed us what we had to
You planned on the bombs in the sand
Or sleepin' in your dress
You never on the bombs in the sand
Or in your dress blues