Luyện nghe bài hát The Box

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

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

Well, the children understood, children happen to be
They were just as around the time of yore
They didn't try to the locks
Or into that deadly box
They never tried to play with war

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

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

It bounced out and went bashing all about
And bumping into everything in
And what was sad and most
Is that it didn't really seem to
who it bumped, or why, or what, or for

It bumped the children mainly, and I'll tell you quite plainly
It bumps them and more and more
And leaves them and burned and dying
of them sick and crying
'Cause it bumps, it's really very sore

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

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