Luyện nghe bài hát Weathered Statues

Weathered
Tin soldiers march in our parks
Wrapped in newsprint
On benches in the dark

Their filled with sadness
Sorrow from your nights
Survivin' on old
But now the, the have died

Lonely men who are
Once but not for long
Gnarled hands canes
the guns once were before

Taunted by the
Whose parent's lives he
by a state
Whose leg in war he

gleams upon his chest
Though sweat gleams on his
Darker and sable nights
Who work upon his

His honor flew away him
Like pigeons on the
Spendin' his pennies
On cheap and sins

they make the soldiers
And still grow old
minds with dignity
They let the men die

Another day, statue
out in the dawn
Weathered
march on and on