Luyện nghe bài hát Weathered Statues

Weathered
Tin soldiers march in our parks
in yellowed newsprint
On their in the dark

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

men who are tortured
Once proud but not for
Gnarled hold canes
Where the once were before

by the children
Whose parent's he saved
Forgotten by a
Whose leg in war he

Silver upon his chest
Though sweat on his brow
Darker days and sable
Who work upon his

His flew away from him
pigeons on the wind
Spendin' his pennies
On wine and sins

Still they make the
And still grow old
Hundred with dignity
They let the men die

Another day, another
Falls out in the
Weathered
Still on and on