Luyện nghe bài hát Sam Stone

Sam stone came home to his and family
After serving in the overseas
And the time he served, had shattered all his nerves
And left a little in his knee

But the morphine the pain
And the grass grew round his
And gave him all the he lacked
With a purple heart and a on his back

There's a hole in daddy's arm all the money goes
Jesus Christ died for nothin' I
Little pitchers have big ears, don't stop to count the
Sweet never last too long on broken radios

Sam stone's welcome home, didn't too long
He went to work when he'd his last dime
And Sammy took to stealing when he got that feeling
For a hundred dollar habit without

And the gold rolled his veins
Like a thousand trains
And eased his mind in the hours he chose
While the kids ran around other peoples' clothes

There's a hole in daddy's arm where all the money
Christ died for nothin' I suppose
Little pitchers have big ears, don't stop to the years
Sweet songs never last too long on broken

Sam stone was when he popped his last balloon
Climbing walls while in a chair
Well, he played his last request while the smelled just like death
With an overdose in the air

But life had its fun
And there was nothing to be
But trade his house that he on the G. I. Bill
For a flag draped casket on a local hill

There's a hole in arm where all the money goes
Jesus Christ for nothin' I suppose
Little pitchers have big ears, don't stop to the years
Sweet songs never last too long on broken