Luyện nghe bài hát White Boots Marching in a Yellow Land

The pilot's poker in the cockpit of the plane
The casualties are like the dropping of rain
And the mountain of machinery will fall a man
When your boots marching in a yellow land

written in the ashes of the village towns we burn
It's written in the empty bed of the fathers
And the chocolate in the children's will never understand
When you're white boots in a yellow land

Red, the bugles of the dawn
The has arrived, you must be gone
And the patrol chase their chartered souls
Like cold whores following armies

Train them well, the men who will be fighting by your
And never turn your back if the battle the tide
For the colors of a civil war are louder commands
you're white boots marching in a yellow land

Blow them the forest and burn them from your sight
Tie their hands behind back and question through the night
But when the firing squad is ready, they'll be spitting where they
At the white boots marching in a land

Red, blow the of the dawn
The morning has arrived, you be gone
And the lost patrol chase their souls
Like whores following tired armies

The comic and the beauty queen are dancing on the
Raw recruits are lining up like coffins in a
We're fighting in a war, we before the war began
the white boots marching in a yellow land

And the lost patrol their chartered souls
Like cold following tired armies