Luyện nghe bài hát Khe Sahn

I my heart to the sappers 'round Khe Sahn
And I sold my soul my cigarettes, to the black market man
had the Vietnam cold turkey, from the ocean to the silver city
And it's other vets could understand
'Bout the long forgotten dockside
How there were no V-day heroes in nineteen
How we sailed Sydney Harbour, I saw an old friend but I couldn't kiss her
She was lined, and I was home to the land
She was like so more from that time on
Their lives were all so empty, until they'd found chosen one
And their were often open
But their minds were closed
And their hearts held in fast suburban chains
And the legal pads were yellow, hours long pay-packets
And the telex writers clattered the gunships once had been
The made me jumpy and I never stopped the dreams
Or the growing need for speed and
So I worked across the country end to end
I tried to find a place to settle down, where my up life could mend
I held a job on an oil-rig, flyin' choppers when I
But the nearly drove me round the bend
And I've travelled round the from year to year
And each one found me aimless, one more year the worse for
And I've been back to South East Asia, but the sure ain't there
But I'm driftin' north to check things out
the last plane out of Sydney's almost gone
And only seven flyin' hours, till I'll be in Hong Kong
And there ain't nothin' like the kisses from a jaded Chinese
I'm gonna hit some Kong mattress all night long
Well the last plane out of Sydney's almost