Luyện nghe bài hát Soldier

In a in the city a British soldier stood
Talking to the there if the people would
Some just in hatred, and others turned in pain
And the lonely British soldier wished he was home again

Come join the Army! said the posters in his town
See the world and have your fun, serve before the Crown
The jobs were hard to come by and he could not face the
So he took his shilling and enlisted on the roll

For there was no fear of fighting, the Empire long was
Just ten years in the army getting paid for bossed
Then leave a man experienced a man who's the grade
A and a pension, some mem'ries and a trade

Then came the call to as the call had came before
Another bloody chapter in an civil war
The priests they on both sides the priests they stood behind
Another in Jesus's name the blind against the blind

The soldier stood them, between the whistling stones
And then the bottles that led to broken bones
The petrol bombs that burnt his the nails that pierced his skin
And now wished that stayed at home surrounded by his kin

The station filled with people the soldier soon was
But better in the than where the people warred
The room filled up with mothers with and with sons
Who with itchy fingers at the soldier and his gun

A yell of fear a screech of the shattering of glass
The window of the station broke to let the package
A scream came from the mothers as they ran towards the
Dragging children crying from the bomb the floor

The soldier stood and not move his gun he could not use
He knew the bomb had seconds and not on the fuse
He could not run to it up and throw it in the street
There were far too people there, too many running feet

Take cover! yelled the soldier, Take cover for your
And the Irishmen threw down their young and stood before wives
They turned towards the soldier, their eyes with fear
For God's sake save our or they'll end their short lives here

The soldier towards the bomb his stomach like a stone
Why was his battle God why was he alone
He lay down on the and he murmured one farewell
To at home in England to those he loved so well

He saw the sights of summer felt the upon his brow
The young girls in the parks how precious were they now
The soaring of the swallow the beauty of the
The music of the turning world so would it be gone

A muffled explosion and the room began to quake
The soldier blown across the his blood a crimson lake
They never him cry or shout they never heard him moan
And turned their children's faces from the blood and from the bones

The crowd outside soon gathered and the came
To carry off the of a pawn lost to the game
And the crowd clapped and cheered and they sang their rebel songs
One soldier less to where he did not belong

But will the children growing up learn at mothers' knees
The story of that who bought their liberty
Who used his youthful as a means towards the end
Who gave his life to who called him murderer not friend