Luyện nghe bài hát The Box

Once upon a in the land of Hushabye
Around about the wondrous of yore
They came a sort of box
Bound up with and locked with locks
And labeled, "Kindly do not touch, war"

Decree was round about all with a flourish and a shout
And a colored mascot tripping lightly on the fore
"Don't fiddle this deadly box
Or the chains, or pick the locks
And please, don't ever about with war"

Well, the children understood, children happen to be
They were just as good around the of yore
They didn't try to the locks
Or break that deadly box
They tried to play about with war

Mommies didn't either, sisters, aunts, grannies
'Cause they were quiet and and pretty
In those wondrous days of
Well, much the same as now, not the ones to blame somehow
For opening up deadly box of war

But did, someone battered in the lid
And spilled the insides out the floor
A sort of bouncy bumpy made up of guns and flags
And all the tears and horror and the death goes with war

It bounced right out and went all about
And into everything in store
And what was sad and most
Is that it really seem to care
who it bumped, or why, or what, or for

It bumped the mainly, and I'll tell you this quite plainly
It bumps them and more and more
And them dead and burned and dying
Thousands of sick and crying
'Cause when it bumps, it's really very

Now there's a way to stop the ball, it isn't at all
All it is wisdom
I'm absolutely sure that we get it back into the box
And bind the chains and lock the
No one seems to want to save the anymore

Well, the way it all appears
'Cause it's bouncing 'round for years and years
In spite of all the wisdom whizzed those wondrous days of yore
And the time they came the box
Bound up with chains and locked locks
And labeled, "Kindly do not touch, war"