Luyện nghe bài hát Weathered Statues

Weathered
Tin soldiers that in our parks
in yellowed newsprint
On benches in the dark

Their filled with sadness
Sorrow drawn from nights
on old glories
But now the, the glories died

Lonely men who are
proud but not for long
Gnarled hands hold
Where the once were before

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

Silver gleams his chest
Though sweat on his brow
Darker and sable nights
Who upon his soul

His honor flew away him
Like pigeons on the
Spendin' his last
On wine and sins

Still they the soldiers
And soldiers still old
Hundred minds dignity
let the young men die

Another day, statue
Falls out in the
statues
Still on and on