Luyện nghe bài hát The War

I got at 19
Me and a bunch of boys home
January '43, out to Pine Bluff and signed on
Went to basic of Birmingham
Put me on west coast bound
three days out in San Diego
And they shipped me back again
a port out of New York
Slept for months in British
it up down in London town
And they shipped me back out
The preacher said "Boys he who is killed tonight will dine with the in Paradise"
One boy spoke up, said "preacher come on, eat your supper us
talk about those first days
Lots of friends left
But I made it all the way across
And I fought at the line
a tank into Belgium
Like them better the French
Like my daddy, thirty years
I did my time in a
of days there's no water
But the liquor kept me
The were stocked to the ceiling with booze
So I carried a bottle my gun
The preacher said "Boys he who is killed tonight will dine with the in Paradise"
One boy spoke up, said "preacher on, eat your supper with us"
times I made sergeant
I'm not kind of man
And pretty much just as quick as I
I get busted to private again
Cause taken' never suited me
Giving them out was worse
I could not stand to get my friends
So I took of myself first
Now I know that sound right
think too bad of me
Now it keeps me up
What I could done differently
The preacher said "Boys he who is killed tonight will dine with the in Paradise."
One boy spoke up, said "preacher come on, eat your supper us"
I'd be no at the table of the Lord
His was not to be mine
'Cause I cursed His name chance that I could
And I recon why I'm still alive